the lies of locke lamora

“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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“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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“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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“Justice is red.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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“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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“Perelandro’s balls, boy!”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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“‘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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“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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“So eat hemp and shit rope, Bondsmage.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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“In the House of Glass Roses, there was a hungry garden.
The place was Camorr in microcosm; a thing of the Eldren, left behind for men to puzzle over—a dangerous treasure discarded like a toy.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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“Verrari, Karthani, and Lashani nod knowingly when they hear this story. They assume it to be apocryphal, but it confirms something they claim to know in their hearts—that Camorri are all gods-damned crazy. Camorri, on the other hand, regard it as a valuable reminder against procrastinating in matters of revenge—or, if one cannot take satisfaction immediately, on the virtue of having a long memory.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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“‘The entire city of Camorr is full of idiots running around and getting hung, all because they think that stealing is something you do with your hands.’ Father Chains spat.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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