
The Lies of Locke Lamora

When someone like you pushes the world, the world pushes back.
Scott Lynch • The Lies of Locke Lamora
“Gods, I love this place,” Locke said, drumming his fingers against his thighs. “Sometimes I think this whole city was put here simply because the gods must adore crime. Pickpockets rob the common folk, merchants rob anyone they can dupe, Capa Barsavi robs the robbers and the common folk, the lesser nobles rob nearly everyone, and Duke Nicovante oc
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“I’ll walk with you,” said Jean. “It’s not wise to be out alone on a night like this. The city’s in a mood, now that word of Nazca’s got around.” “Not wise?” Locke laughed. “I’m the safest man in Camorr, Jean. I know for a fact I’m the only one that absolutely nobody out there wants to kill yet. Not until they finish pulling my strings.”
Scott Lynch • The Lies of Locke Lamora
“When you don’t know everything you could know, it’s a fine time to shut your fucking noisemaker and be polite.”
Scott Lynch • The Lies of Locke Lamora
I'm not saying anything right here...
“Just one question, you arrogant fucking cocksucker,” said Locke. “I’ll grant the Lamora part is easy to spot; the truth is, I didn’t know about the apt translation when I took the name. I borrowed it from this old sausage dealer who was kind to me once, back in Catchfire before the plague. I just liked the way it sounded. “But what the fuck,” he s
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“Ibelius,” groaned Jean, “let him alone; you are henpecking him without having the decency to marry him first.”
Scott Lynch • The Lies of Locke Lamora
It would take intense concentration to walk through these paths; most were only two or three paces wide, and a moment of distraction could be deadly. It said much about Don Maranzalla that he thought of his garden as the ideal place to teach young men how to fight. For the first time, Jean felt a sense of dreadful awe at the creatures who’d vanishe
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What is the purpose of continually mentioning these predecessors and the inhabitation of their former Elderglass constuctions? How will this figure into the story as it progresses?
“Crooked Warden,” he whispered, “I’m going into this countinghouse, and I’m going to come out with what I need. I’d like your aid. And if I don’t get it, well, to hell with you. I’ll come out with what I need anyway.” Head high, chin out, he began to mount the steps.
Scott Lynch • The Lies of Locke Lamora
‘Commonly thought,’ you say? Many things are commonly thought, but perhaps not commonly thought all the way through.”