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“One night a powerful sorcerer knocks on the door of a less-powerful sorcerer. ‘I’m starting an exclusive guild,’ he says. ‘Join me now or I’ll blast you out of your fucking boots right where you stand.’ So naturally the second mage says …
‘You know, I’ve always wanted to join a guild!’
Right. Those two go bother a third sorcerer. ‘Join the guild,’ they say, ‘or fight both of us, two on one, right here and right now.’ Repeat as necessary, until three or four hundred guild members are knocking on the door of the last independent mage around, and everyone who said no is dead.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’
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https://achrilock.com/2022/05/16/18074/

“Hard lessons were handed out. As many men learned to their sorrow, it’s impossible to be intimidating when one angry woman has your cock between her teeth and another is holding a stiletto to your kidneys.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’
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https://achrilock.com/2022/05/03/17724/

“‘But the second mandate,’ said Chains, lowering his voice and glancing around into the fog to make doubly sure that they were not overheard, ‘is this—the rich remember.’
‘Remember what?’
‘That they’re not invincible.’”
— Scott Lynch, ‘Red Seas Under Red Skies’
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https://achrilock.com/2022/04/27/17581/

“‘But … there are only the Twelve.’
‘It’s funny just how many people are sadly misinformed on that point, my dear boy. Imagine, if you will, that the Twelve happen to have something of a black-sheep younger brother, whose exclusive dominion happens to be thieves like you and I. Though the Twelve won’t allow his Name to be spoken or heard, they have some lingering affection for his merry brand of fuckery.’”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’
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https://achrilock.com/2022/04/13/17121/

“Locke smiled the cruelest smile he’d ever worn in his entire life as he rose to his feet.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’
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https://achrilock.com/2022/03/25/16687/

“Justice is red.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’
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https://achrilock.com/2022/03/17/16434/

“‘How is dear Falconer these days?’ asked Locke.”
– Scott Lynch, ‘The Republic of Thieves’
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https://achrilock.com/2022/01/20/15157/

“‘Library,’ muttered Jean as he and Locke padded quietly down the right-hand corridor.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘Red Seas Under Red Skies’
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https://achrilock.com/2022/01/16/15050/

“It was the summer of the Seventy-seventh Year of Gandolo, Father of Opportunities, Lord of Coin and Commerce.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’
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https://achrilock.com/2022/01/13/14960/

“Perelandro’s balls, boy!”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’
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https://achrilock.com/2022/01/05/14797/

“‘I am Mordavi Fehrwight, a merchant of Emberlain,’ he said. ‘I doubt that I shall require announcement, as I have no title of any consequence.’”
— Scott Lynch, ‘Red Seas Under Red Skies’
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https://achrilock.com/2021/12/13/14240/

“‘You can imagine,’ said Chains, ‘just how surprised they were when they sat down at their chairs on that beautiful carpet, and fifty of Barsavi’s men piled into the room with crossbows, and shot those poor idiots so full of bolts that a porcupine in heat would have taken any one of them home and fucked him.’”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’
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https://achrilock.com/2021/12/12/14207/

“These roots trailed in the water, drinking up the piss and effluvia of the busy city; the canopy of rustling emerald leaves cast thousands of punctuated shadows down on the Gentlemen Bastards as they passed, along with the perfume of citrus.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’
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https://achrilock.com/2021/12/10/14149/

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