the lies of locke lamora

January 15, 2021 by achrilock

“It was a death-offering, Stephen, a death-offering.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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https://achrilock.com/2021/01/15/6700/

December 29, 2020 by achrilock

“‘Gods, I love this place,’ Locke said, drumming his fingers against his thighs. ‘Sometimes I think this whole city was put here simply because the gods must adore crime. Pickpockets rob the common folk, merchants rob anyone they can dupe, Capa Barsavi robs the robbers and the common folk, the lesser nobles rob nearly everyone, and Duke Nicovante occasionally runs off with his army and robs the shit out of Tal Verrar or Jerem, not to mention what he does to his own nobles and his common folk.’”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/12/29/6097/

December 15, 2020 by achrilock

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

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https://achrilock.com/2020/12/15/5714/

December 13, 2020 by achrilock

“The Thorn is a commoner’s ale-tale. Master swordsman, romancer of ladies, a ghost who walks through walls. Ridiculous.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/12/13/5679/

December 6, 2020 by achrilock

“Don’t rob any more yellowjackets. Don’t burn any more taverns. Don’t start any more fucking riots. Just pretend to be a coarse-witted little cutpurse like your brothers and sisters.”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/12/06/5520/

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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https://achrilock.com/2020/10/21/4369/

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 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/

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/

June 20, 2020 by achrilock

“‘Shit,’ said the waiter. ‘Usually, we have some spare togs lying around ... black coats and a few aprons. We could fix you up with those, but it’s laundry day. There’s nothing in the whole place.’”
— Scott Lynch, ‘The Lies of Locke Lamora’

https://achrilock.com/2020/06/20/831/