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
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?
powerful artist presence-of-mind
I'm speaking of the pursuit of excellence in all things. All things! Presence of mind and devotion to craft. A great artist has these. A great chef. A great master of tea. There's powerful kung fu in a well-built house or an eloquent letter, but the limit of your imagination is bones breaking and bullets flying.
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.
cousin littles impossible
Difficult" and "impossible" are cousins often mistaken for one another, with very little in common." (Locke Lamora to Requin)
drinking night thinking
I think piracy is a bit like drinking. You want to stay out all night doing it, you pay the price the next day.
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.
years play giving
Advice,' Doña Vorchenza chuckled. 'Advice. The years play a sort of alchemical trick, transmuting one's mutterings to a state of respectability. Give advice at forty and you're a nag. Give it at seventy and you're a sage.
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