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Tess liked a handsome man as much as the next person, but what really made her go faint was good tailoring.
A con was a confidence game: not just the mark’s confidence in the sharper, but the sharper’s confidence in herself.
A Vraszenian could make offerings alone, could walk a labyrinth alone—but some parts of their faith required a community, and she’d had none.
His protection lay in the fact that everyone already expected the worst of him. There was a certain freedom in being scum.
“We don’t kill,” the Rook whispered to the oblivious city. “But we can destroy.”
