Quotes from Scott Lynch

Of course I'm cheating," said Chains. "Game's no fun unless you cheat. When you figure out how I'm cheating then I'll know you're starting to improve.

Oh...ow! Gods, Please. Ow! You said you...wouldn't kill me!" "And I meant it. I'm not going to kill you, you cabbage-brained twit. I'm just going to kick you until it stops feeling good!" "Ow! Agggh! Please! Aaaaow!" "I have to say, it's still pretty fascinating." "Aiiiah! Ow!" " Still enjoying myself." "Oooof! Agh!

THE SKY ABOVE the harbor of Lashain was capped with writhing clouds the color of coal slime, sealing off any speck of light from stars or moons.

son of a bitch." "Yes

Locke ran his fingers under his coat lapel, then peeked at his cards and said "Ahhhh-ha," with a tone of interested pleasure. They were an astonishing constellation of crap; his worst hand yet.

life boils down to standing in line to get shit dropped on your head. Everyone's got a place in the queue, you can't get out of it, and just when you start to congratulate yourself on surviving your dose of shit, you discover that the line is actually circular.

I've still got my hands full training those giggling idiots out of every bad habit they picked up from you and replacing them with the bad habits I need.

There are only three people in life you can never fool—pawnbrokers, whores, and your mother.

The world is full of conundrums that will tax your skills. Do you presume that you will always get to choose the ones that best suit your strengths?

Indeed, a murder weapon is a tool. But not all tools are murder weapons.

This is necessary nonsense.

That's that. Put it in your hat and wear it to town, Locke. We need to face our shortcomings head on. The old saying for a gang is, ''Lies go out, but the truth stays home''.

Get the dogshit out of your ears, you witless corpse-fart,' growled Jean. 'Do you want to do as you're told, or do you want to kiss that pavement?' It turned out he wanted to do as he was told.

Advice," chuckled Doña Vorchenza. "The years play a sort of alchemical trick, transmuting one's mutterings to a state of respectability. Give advice at forty and you're a nag. Give it at seventy and you're a sage.

But by the time I get back," said Locke, "I'll be the worst card player in the temple." "Yes. Best wishes for a safe journey, Locke," said Calo. "Savor the country air," said Galdo. "Stay as long as you like.

The authorities of Tal Verrar, in a magnanimous gesture of hospitality, have decreed that no foreigner upon the Golden Steps may be pressed into slavery. As a result, there are few places west of Camorr where it is safer for strangers to drink their brains out and fall asleep in the gutters and gardens.

ESPARA, FORMERLY a seat of prestige only one step below Therim Pel itself, had descended from its imperial years the way some men and women descend into middle-aged lethargy, discarding the vigor and ambition of youth like a suit of clothes that can no longer be wriggled into.

You're one-third bad intentions, one-third pure avarice, and one-eighth sawdust. What's left, I'll credit, must be brains.

Locke, Locke, we can't all be mad dogs with a blade in our hands, and it's nothing to sob about, so let's not see that lip of yours quivering like an old whore's tits, right?

Oh, just let it out. I don't care how it looks; it'll be hidden in the back of my cloak anyway. We can pretty it up later." "We?" Jean snorted as he loosened the doublet with a few strategic rips and slashes. "Me, more like. You mend clothes like dogs write poetry.

If you must play, decide upon three things at the start: the rules of the game, the stakes, and the quitting time.

Non c'è libertà come la libertà di essere sempre sottovalutati.»

HE BROKE the Secret Peace the first night I had him, the cheeky little bastard.

Oh whatever it is bitch, I promise you it won't be easy." --Jean Tannen