The Lies of Locke Lamora (Gentleman Bastard, #1)

by Scott Lynch

If he had a bloody gash across his throat and a physiker was trying to sew it up, Lamora would steal the needle and thread and die laughing. He . . . steals too much.’

‘You’re one third bad intentions, one third pure avarice, and one eighth sawdust. What’s left, I’ll credit, must be brains.’

‘When you don’t know everything you could know, it’s a fine time to shut your fucking noisemaker and be polite.’