You set me up," I say. "One big con. You can't blame me because I turned out not to be gullible enough. You can't blame the mark. That's not how it works. Have some respect for the nature of the game.

I'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen.

Farewell, Father," she said. He fell back upon his chair, choking. She laughed, not with mirth or even mockery, but something that was closer to a sob. "You crafted me so sharp, I cut even myself.

Death’s favorites don’t die.

You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.

You set me up," I say. "One big con. You can't blame me because I turned out not to be gullible enough. You can't blame the mark. That's not how it works. Have some respect for the nature of the game.

That’s family for you. Can’t live with them, can’t murder them.