Red Seas Under Red Skies (Gentleman Bastard, #2)

by Scott Lynch

“Lemons. I’ll be damned.”

I want you to use your misplaced acorn of a brain before the squirrel comes looking for it again.

He undid the cover, reached in, and removed a live kitten. “Hello, you monstrous little necessity.” “Mrrrrwwwwww,” said the monstrous little necessity.

“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.

“Hey,” said Locke. “Congratulations! We’re reverse burglars, here to give you fifty gold solari!”

nearly spit out my tea while reading this part