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 Verarr or Jerem, not to mention what he does to his own nobles and his common folk. Scott Lynch
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More Quotes By Scott Lynch
  1. 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.""...
  2. If reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing grapes.
  3. Locke sighed.' So this is winning, ' he said.' It is, ' replied Jean. 'It can go fuck itself, ' said Locke.
  4. A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.
  5. Advice, " Doña Vorchenza chuckled. "Advice. The years play a sort of alchemical trick, transmuting one's mutterings to a state of respectability. Give advice at forty and you're a nag. Give it at seventy and you're a sage.
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