The water caught the Falselight glimmer like layers of shifting, translucent mirrors and formed split-second works of art in the air, but men cursed it anyway, because it made their heads wet.
Scott LynchI think itโs fairly common for writers to be afflicted with two simultaneous yet contradictory delusions, the burning certainty that weโre unique geniuses, and the constant fear that weโre witless frauds who are speeding toward epic failure.
Scott LynchI don't have to beat you. I don't have to beat you, motherfucker. I just have to keep you here... until Jean shows up.
Scott LynchIf reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing grapes.
Scott LynchWhat kind of knife is this?โ Locke held a rounded buttering utensil up for Chainsโ inspection. โItโs all wrong. You couldnโt kill anyone with this.
Scott LynchCrooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours," muttered Locke, pointing the first two fingers of his left hand into the darkness. The Dagger of the Thirteenth, a thief's gesture against evil. "Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I will fear no evil, for you have made the night my friend." "Bless the Benefactor," said Jean, squeezing Locke's left forearm. "Peace and profit to his children.
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