scott lynch

October 21, 2020 by achrilock

“‘The Thorn said he was a priest of the Thirteenth,’ she said. ‘The heresy of the Nameless Thirteenth, the Crooked Warden, the god of thieves and malefactors. ‘For propriety’s sake,’ he said. ‘For propriety’s sake.’ He said that on purpose.’”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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September 5, 2020 by achrilock

“But ... can you imagine those poor bastards grappling their prey, leaping over the rails, swords in hand, screaming, ‘Your cats! Give us all your gods-damned cats!’”
— Scott Lynch, ‘Red Seas Under Red Skies’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/09/05/3171/

August 25, 2020 by achrilock

“The yellowjackets clubbed down two hundred people last night before they all figured out that nobody had the Whisper. The duke called out his fucking regulars and was about to give the Narrows a good scrubbing with fire-oil.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/08/25/2801/

August 23, 2020 by achrilock

“Months passed. Parthis became Festal became Aurim, and the misty squalls of summer gave way to the harder, driving rains of winter.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/08/23/2736/

August 16, 2020 by achrilock

“‘Bitch, if I had the power I’d pull your heart out of your chest and use it for a handball,’ said Locke, coughing. ‘I’d do it to all of you. You people kill anyone you like and fuck with the lives of those that treat you fairly for it.’”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Republic of Thieves’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/08/16/2499/

August 12, 2020 by achrilock

“Presumably, if enough lives were fed to the garden every blossom and every wall would someday turn a rich, rusty red. Some rumors had it that the garden merely drank what was spilled upon it; others claimed that the roses would actually draw blood forth from a wound, and could drain a man white from any cut, no matter how small.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/08/12/2352/

August 4, 2020 by achrilock

“‘Some people play handball,’ said Patience, smiling. ‘Some people play Catch-the-Duke. This is our sport. The election diverts much of the frustration our factions come to feel for one another, and brings prestige to the side that backs the winner. It’s become a highly anticipated tradition.’
‘I’ve imagined you people must run the show in Karthain,’ said Locke. ‘I just never would have suspected this. What a joke on all the poor saps lining up to vote every five years.’”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Republic of Thieves’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/08/04/2125/

August 3, 2020 by achrilock

“There are two major factions among my people. Two major parties in Karthani politics. We battle by proxy. Each side is allowed to choose agents. Enterprising individuals, never magi. We set them loose to fight on our behalf. In the past we’ve favored orators, political organizers, demagogues.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Republic of Thieves’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/08/03/2104/

July 29, 2020 by achrilock

“‘Not cringe, Majesty, never cringe. But attend, for here’s a sickness that’s catching. Word I have of gatherings in great numbers, of boldness unbecoming, of deliberate contempt for your imperial throne.’”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Republic of Thieves’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/07/29/1991/

July 20, 2020 by achrilock

“Thieves prosper, thought Locke. The rich remember.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘Red Seas Under Red Skies’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/07/20/1721/

July 18, 2020 by achrilock

“I just want you boys to remember that we’re the gods-damned sharks.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/07/18/1645/

June 30, 2020 by achrilock

“‘NICE BIRD, asshole,’ said Locke.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/06/30/1117/

June 21, 2020 by achrilock

“At that, the Gray King became truly desperate, and his blows fell like rain, but Locke was heedless of them, laughing the wet braying laugh of utter madness.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

https://achrilock.com/2020/06/21/869/