Quotes from Scott Lynch

If you mean the ease with which you drop coins when you're off a-cunting, you're right. You're a one-man charity ball for the whores of Camorr, you are

He withdrew then, leaving [him] standing in the bloody morning sunlight, leaving him all alone at the heart of his fortress, for the second time, with nothing but a corpse for company.

When you don't know everything you could know, it's a fine time to shut your fucking noisemaker and be polite.

I am through fucking around. Maybe this is going to complicate the hell out of things. So what? You're the complication I want more than anything else. You're my favorite complication. No matter what sort of holes you poke in my trust.

Mizzenmast," bellowed Caldris, and Locke and Jean both fetched up short, breathing heavily. "Ship doesn't bloody have one," said Locke. "Just foremast and mainmast!" "Oh, clever you! You've undone my subtle ruse, Master Kosta. Get your bloody uniform and we'll let you act the peacock for a few hours.

Son of a bitch," said Locke, "but I am displeased. It all comes down to clothes. Clothes, clothes, clothes. What a ridiculous thing to be restrained by.

AN OLD Camorri proverb has it that the only constant in the soul of man is inconstancy; anything and everything else can pass out of fashion—even something as utilitarian as a hill stuffed full of corpses.

These are my cards on the table. I think you're beautiful. I feel like I'm an idiot with dirt on his face sitting next to someone out of a painting. I think...I think I'm just plain stupid for you. I know that's not exactly sweet talk out of a play. Frankly, I'd kiss your shadow. I'd kiss dirt that had your heel print on it. I like feeling this way. I don't give a damn what you or anyone else thinks...this is how it feels every time I look at you.

Let us speak behind our hands, lest our lips be read as the book of our designs, and let us find some place where only gods and rats may hear our words aloud.

Well, the gods love a man who laughs at hardship." "Hardship is boring as all hell. Gotta find laughs if you can't stay drunk

Most men do nothing to deserve what the gods throw their way

Locke threw himself at Father Chains, and the man, without hesitation, scooped him up and held him, patting his back until his racking sobs quieted down.

Belay this. We don't have to decide anything now. Just...think on what I said. I didn't bring you in here for negotiations." "What did you bring me here for?" "Noise," she whispered, starting to pull his tunic off. "Lots and lots of noise.

And for all our sakes, tame that mess on top of your head. Use fire and a poleaxe if you have to.

How very comforting. If reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing

I wouldn't call it looming, madam. Some of us simply aren't built for looming," said Locke.

Singua solus." "What's that?" said Jenora. "It's an old Camorri tradition for when a bunch of people are planning something stupid," said Locke. "Actually, we have a lot of traditions for that. You'll find out.

It was easy to laugh at such conceits in full daylight. But night had a way of lending weight to phantasms.

Can't buy in for the last hand if you don't get there in time to take a chair.

We don't see the life after life as it truly is, because in our eyes it conforms to our mechanics of nature.

Crooked Warden," said Chains. "Just this morning I was suffering from the delusion that I was handing out the educations here.

Hardships are arbitrary, Locke. You never know which particular quality in yourself or a fellow is going to get you past them.

Listen, if you walk into a whorehouse and find yourself getting sucked off, it's because you put some money on the counter, not because the gods transported a pair of lips to your cock.

So this is what a command is. Staring consequences in the eye and pretending not to flinch.