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deny something to enough people and sooner or later it will grow a mystique as thick as fog.
“Nearly lost is just another way to say finally won,” said Jean.
Have you ever seen the Sofia Orange of Camorr? It makes its own liquor, very sweet and powerful.” “We are … acquainted,” said Locke.
Difficult’ and ‘impossible’ are cousins often mistaken for one another, with very little in common.”
Jean set the book down before him and tapped its cover. “This is where we’re headed, Thorn—or at least you are. Look for us in history books and you’ll find us in the margins. Look for us in legends, and you might just find us celebrated.”
“Crooked Warden,” said Locke, “men are stupid. Protect us from ourselves. If you can’t, let it be quick and painless.”
Know something? I’d lay even odds that between the people following us and the people hunting us, we’ve become this city’s principal means of employment. Tal Verrar’s entire economy is now based on fucking with us.”
Jerome, the next person who tells me something like, ‘Squiggle-fuck the rightwise cock-swatter with a starboard jib’ is going to get a knife in the throat.
As Chains had once said, feeling like you wanted desperately to die was fine evidence that you had yet to do so.
“What did you do before you served the archon?” “I was what you’d call a patient man.” “Is that a profession now?” “I mean a master of scales and balances, for a merchant syndicate. I was the patient man because I did the weighting, you see?”
You seem to have a real talent for improvised dishonesty.”
“Mew,” the kitten retorted, locking gazes with him. It had the expression common to all kittens, that of a tyrant in the becoming. I was comfortable, and you dared to move, those jade eyes said. For that you must die.
“If it comes to that,” said Kosta, “I’ll drag him to the judgment of the gods with my bare hands. We’ll go together.” “Gods,” said Cosetta. “Bare hands!” “Piss!” shouted Kosta, hoisting his tumbler toward Cosetta, who nearly came apart at the joints with the resulting fit of giggles.
The nicks and creases in the battered old thing were always a comfort to him, a reminder that people had been trying and failing to kill him for years.
So this is what a command is. Staring consequences in the eye and pretending not to flinch.
through. “Hey,” said Locke. “Congratulations! We’re reverse burglars, here to give you fifty gold solari!”
“You son of a fucking bitch, how can you do this? I want to hug you. And I want to tear your gods-damned head off. Both at once.” “Ah,” said Locke. “Near as I can tell, that’s the definition of ‘family’ right there.”
