Worst of all, the inner vault is guarded by a live dragon, attended by fifty naked women armed with poisoned spears, each of them sworn to die in Requin's service. All redheads. -You're just making that up, Jean.

To us — richer and cleverer than everyone else!

Enlightenment! When it comes, it comes like a brick to the head, doesn't it?

Maxilan, darling." Locke raised one eyebrow and smiled. "I knew you were driven, but I had no idea you could smoulder. Come, take me now! Jean won't mind; he'll avert his eyes like a gentleman.

I can’t name the poison that’s killing your friend. But the one that’s killing you is called hope.

I think piracy is a bit like drinking. You want to stay out all night doing it, you pay the price the next day.

Are you smarter than a pig, Locke?” “On occasion,” said Locke. “There are contrary opinions.