I 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 LynchI'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!
Scott LynchWe like what we like, we want what we want, and nobody needs to give us permission to feel that way!
Scott LynchWorst 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.
Scott Lynch