“Gentlemen Bastards." hissed Locke, "do not abandon one another, and we do not run when we owe vengeance.” — 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
“It must be nice to be righteous; from where I stand it looks like fucking lunacy.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“He withdrew then, leaving [him] standing in the bloody morning sunlight, leaving him all alone at the heart of his fortress, for… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“[W]hen you find yourself face to face with one [Bondsmage], you bow and scrape and mind your 'sirs' and 'madams.'" ... 'Nice… — 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
Difficult" and "impossible" are cousins often mistaken for one another, with very little in common." (Locke Lamora to Requin) — 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
“I'm not gong to kill you," said Locke I'm going to play a little game I like to call 'Scream in pain… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“In a fair fight, the don's man would almost certainly paint the walls with Locke and Calo's blood, so it stood to… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
There’s no freedom quite like the freedom of being constantly underestimated. — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“We want what we want. We don't need to justify it. And we can take it, we should. I want you, and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“What thief does not fight to hold what he has?" "One that has something better," said Locke.” — 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
“Well, cheer up. At least you've got more mobility than a fucking tadpole on dry land.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“If these things are alchemical," said Sofia, "I'd better be the one to have a look at them." "If it could be… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
What kind of knife is this?” Locke held a rounded buttering utensil up for Chains’ inspection. “It’s all wrong. You couldn’t kill… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“[T]he more we do this, the more I learn about what I think Chains was really training us for. And this is… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“If your father says 'Bark like a dog,' I say 'What breed, Your Honor?” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Gods, I love this place," Locke said, drumming his fingers against his thighs. "Sometimes I think this whole city was put here… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“I've got kids that enjoy stealing. I've got kids that don't think about stealing one way or the other, and I've got… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“...all apologies for getting most of your fortune buried under shit. I hope we can all still be friends.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
Throwing blondes at Locke Lamora was not unlike throwing lettuce at sharks. — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
