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But this doesn’t mean I’m getting attached to you.

I’m no one you want to learn from.

Just as you and I speak by forming words, the natural, private discourse of the Sanza twins appears to consist entirely of farts and savage beatings. What.

There was no point in stealing well or wisely if the loot couldn’t be stashed somewhere safe.

When someone like you pushes the world, the world pushes back. Other people are likely to get hurt. Am I clear?

The world had a fragile liquid quality, running at the edges and spinning on previously unrevealed axes.

Enthusiasm is the first step, Artfulness comes later.

But this is silly – we could sit here all night contrasting cock-lengths. I say mine is five feet long, you say yours is six, and shoots fire upon command.

You needed a bath,” Jean interrupted. “You were covered in self-pity.

AN OLD Camorri proverb has it that the only constant in the soul of man is inconstancy;.

Ezri, if you need to hit me, then by the gods hit me. If that’s what you need, I won’t fight you for a second. Not ever. Just... tell me what you want.

This web of lies was growing so convoluted, so branching, and so delicate that a moth’s fart might knock it to pieces –.

I’m just... enjoying the floor. It was kind enough to catch me when I fell.

I’m very pleased. Very, very pleased. But I really must ask – why the hell have men and women been throwing money in my kettle for the past half hour, telling me they’re sorry for what happened in the Videnza?” “It’s because they’re sorry for what happened in the Videnza,” said Galdo.

You’ve come to the only house in Karthain with coffee worth murdering for. We have seven distinct blends, from the aromatic Syresti dry to the thick – ’ ‘I’ll take the kind I don’t have to think about.’ ‘The very best kind of all.’ Josten snapped his fingers, and a nearby waiter hurried off.

Remember how she joked about twenty armed people in the next room?” said Jean with a sigh. He set down the book he’d been reading. “There were twenty armed men in the next room.

Probably Verrari,” muttered the senior, who was methodically torturing a piece of ivory with a slender carving knife. He wanted it to come out like a sculpted terrace he’d seen at the Temple of Iono, alive with lovely relief and fantastical representations of drowned men taken by the Lord of the Grasping Waters. What he seemed to be producing more closely resembled a lump of white dogshit, life-size. “Sooner trust a sailing ship to a blind drunkard with no hands than a Verrari.

I’m not as reckless as I used to be. You know, when I was little.

Such audacity could never be faked – Locke had to feel it, summon it from somewhere inside, cloak himself in arrogance as though it were an old familiar garment. Locke Lamora became a shadow in his own mind... Locke’s complicated lies were this new man’s simple truth.

He should have died a few seconds later. It was Jean, as usual, who had other plans.

I suspect this is all gonna end in screaming and drowning.

That’s a generous appraisal of our foresight.

I don’t get it,’ said Locke, gently tugging at the scruff of Regal’s neck. ‘I never even liked cats all that much.’ ‘Surely you realize,’ said Patience, ’that cats are no great respecters of human opinion.

I sometimes think that ‘friend’ is just a word I use for all the people I haven’t murdered yet.

Once a Big Lie was let out in the world, it seemed to grow on its own and needed little tending or worry to bend to the situation.

How would you be able to detect a fart over your natural odor, Sanza?” “For shame,” said Galdo. “There’s no Sanzas here, remember? I’m an Asino.” “Oh yes,” said Locke with a yawn. “Yes, you certainly are.

What thieves of wonder are these poor senses.

ETIENNE DELANCARRE Domingo Salvard,” said Sabetha, reading out loud from the lantern-lit plaque beside the building’s street entrance. “Master solicitor, bonded law-scribe, authorized notary, executor of wills and estates, Vadran translator and transcriber. Fortunes assured, justice delivered, enemies confounded. Reasonable rates.” Locke.

These are my cards on the table. I think you’re beautiful. I feel like I’m an idiot with dirt on his face sitting next to someone out of a painting. I think... I think I’m just plain stupid for you. I know that’s not exactly sweet talk out of a play. Frankly, I’d kiss your shadow. I’d kiss dirt that had your heel print on it. I like feeling this way. I don’t give a damn what you or anyone else thinks... this is how it feels every time I look at you.

The fact Locke didn’t die instantly may be taken as proof that a human male can survive having every last warm drop of blood within his body rush instantly to the vicinity of his cheeks.

You seem to have a real talent for improvised dishonesty.

Twenty’s good and proper.” While Locke gestured for Calo and Galdo to help him set.

Why do you assume it’s something you’ve done, and something you can undo at will? I’m not some arithmetic problem just waiting for you to show your work properly, Locke. Did.

Surely, your readings must have taught you that when men and women of arms have bled to secure a time of peace, the very people who most benefit from that peace are also the most likely to forget the bleeding.

Of course they were your friends, Locke. They were your very good friends. Because they’re going to teach you that when you kill someone, there are consequences. It is one thing to kill in a duel, to kill in self-defense, to kill for vengeance. It is another thing entirely to kill simply because you are careless.

It smelled something like a keg of bad beer overturned in a mortician’s storage room on a hot summer’s day.

That’s a sweet piece,” said Jean, briefly forgetting to be aggravated. “You didn’t snatch that off a street.” “No,” said Locke, before taking another deep draught of the warm water in the decanter. “I got it from the neck of the governor’s mistress.” “You can’t be serious.” “In the governor’s manor.” “Of all the – ” “In the governor’s bed.” “Damned lunatic!” “With the governor sleeping next to her.

I think I can stand up, though!” He demonstrated the questionable optimism of this pronouncement by falling on his face.

Heavens,” said Galdo in a deep, dramatic voice, “only one man living could have squeezed forth such a gleaming brown jewel – this is the work of Squatting Calo, the Midnight Shitter!

And I correct you again. Difficult. ‘Difficult’ and ‘impossible’ are cousins often mistaken for one another, with very little in common.

I heartedly approve, in theory,” said Ibelius, “but in practice I believe I shall... absent myself.

Are you smarter than a pig, Locke?” “On occasion,” said Locke. “There are contrary opinions.” “Are you more dangerous than a cow? A chicken? A sheep?” “Let’s be generous and say yes.

I can be very loud, when I’m being stupid.

Get used to gaps in your comprehension,” said Sabetha. “The rest of us certainly have.

The difference between honest and dishonest commerce is that when an honest man or woman of business ruins someone, they don’t have the courtesy to cut their throat to finish the affair.

A book without spine or covers is like an unquiet spirit without mortal form. Whatever’s left of it holds itself together out of sheer resentment, roaming without purpose, lashing out at whatever crosses its path.

Go fold yourself in half,” said Locke, “and lick your ass.

Jean... you are a greater friend than I ever could have imagined before I met you; I owe you my life too many times over to count. I would rather be dead myself than lose you. Not just because you’re all I have left.

Woman, your heart is a mapless maze. Could I bottle confusion and drink it a thousand years, I could not confound myself so much as you do between waking and breakfast. You are grown so devious that serpents would applaud your passage, would the gods but give them hands.

Gentlemen Bastards.′ hissed Locke,′ do not abandon one another, and we do not run when we owe vengeance.

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