“Ibelius," said Jean. "If what Locke is doing were lurking about, corpses could be acrobats.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“You've got that motherly concern in your eyes, Jean. I must look like I'm hammered as shit," said Locke. "Actually you look… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Jean," Locke gasped out during a brief lull between spasms of retching, "next time I conceive a plan like this, consider putting… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“That sounds dangerous,'said Jean. 'For anyone else, maybe.For Gentlemen Bastards,we,it;s just what we do.' 'We?' 'We.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Oh gods, Jean. Take a false name wherever we end up. Tavrin Callas is good. Let the bastard pop up all over… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Locke moaned. 'Quit sobbing, you damn baby,' Jean hissed as he began to lope back along the dock. 'You must have at… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Jassaline's little potion seems to have brought up every meal I've had in the past five years." said Locke. "Nothing left to… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“If the whole things goes to shit, just remember to throw yourself down the damn waterfall." "I'll cover your back, the sharp… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Please, boy. Let’s not start out with either of us insulting the other’s intelligence. There are only three people in life you can never… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Gentlemen Bastards." hissed Locke, "do not abandon one another, and we do not run when we owe vengeance.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Ha! Yes. When anyone tells you habits die hard, Locke, they’re lying—it seems they never die at all.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“ESPARA, FORMERLY a seat of prestige only one step below Therim Pel itself, had descended from its imperial years the way some men and… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
Advice,' Doña Vorchenza chuckled. 'Advice. The years play a sort of alchemical trick, transmuting one's mutterings to a state of respectability. Give advice at… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Ibelius," said Jean. "If what Locke is doing were lurking about, corpses could be acrobats.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“What an interesting choice of words. “Not real, and never were.” Could there be any more appropriate literature for men of our profession? Why… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Why were all his fantasies so calamitous for that table, which had done him no injury?” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“I more proudly take a speck from a man with empty pockets,” said Sabetha, “than riches from a man whose purse stays heavy.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“He was bewildered at how quickly he had escaped his old life and fallen into this new one with strangely pleasant crazy people.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
I think piracy is a bit like drinking. You want to stay out all night doing it, you pay the price the next day. — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
