Scott Lynch
Scott Lynch
Scott Lynch is an American fantasy author, best known for his Gentleman Bastard series of novels. He resides in Western Wisconsin in the city of New Richmond. According to his website, he had a variety of jobs including dishwasher, busboy, waiter, web designer, office manager, prep cook, and freelance writer. His first novel, The Lies of Locke Lamora, was purchased by Orion Books in August 2004 and published in June 2006 under the Gollancz imprint in the United Kingdom and...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth2 April 1978
littles reckless used
I'm not as reckless as I used to be. You know, when I was little.
strange authority strutting
It was strange, how readily authority could be conjured with nothing but a bit of strutting jackassery.
bullshit bricks tangible
My disinterest in your bullshit is so tangible you could make bricks out of it
words-of-wisdom needs quitting
Quit being so hard on yourself. We are what we are; we love what we love. We don't need to justify it to anyone... not even to ourselves.
pigs opinion said
Are you smarter than a pig, Locke?” “On occasion,” said Locke. “There are contrary opinions.
enlightenment bricks
Enlightenment! When it comes, it comes like a brick to the head, doesn't it?
territory lips lovers
They kissed for the sort of endless moment that only exists between lovers whose lips are still new territory to one another.
beats shows
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.
drowning ends suspects
I suspect this is all gonna end in screaming and drowning
dragons fifty vaults
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.
glasses flames feet
In the glass burrow beneath their feet, the flames began to rise. First the flames, and then the screams
bugs said robbers
So that makes us robbers of robbers," said Bug, "who pretend to be robbers working for a robber of other robbers.
wall angel iron
Cold walls do not a prison make, nor iron bands a bondsman.
dog father love-life
Papa's in a bad way, Locke. I wanted to see you before you saw him - he has some...things he wishes to discuss with you. I want you to know that whatever he asks, I don't want you...for my sake...well, please, just agree. Please him, do you understand?" "No garrista who loves life has ever tried to do otherwise. You think I'm inclined to walk in on a day like today and deliberately twist his breeches? If your father says 'bark like a dog' I say 'What breed, Your Honour?