You simply collapsed, sir. In layman's terms, your body revoked its permission for you to continue heaping abuse upon it.

When you can't cheat the game, you'd best find a means to cheat the players.

So that makes us robbers of robbers," said Bug, "who pretend to be robbers working for a robber of other robbers.

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

Crooked 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.

I'll wager I would have screwed things up regardless. But. . .can you imagine those poor bastards grappling their prey, leaping over the rails, swords in hand, screaming, 'Your cats! Give us all your gods-damned cats!