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My name's Jean Tannen, and I'm the ambush.

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If reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing grapes.

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That's a sweet piece," said Jean, briefly forgetting to be aggravated. "You didn't snatch that off a street.""No," said Locke, before taking another d...more

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Sweat, scalded meat, puke, blood, smoke and a dozen kinds of bad ale and wine: the bouquet of civilized nightlife

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Can you imagine those poor bastards grappling their prey, leaping over the rails, swords in hand, screaming 'Your cats! Give us all your god-damned ca...more

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Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours. Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I ...more

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For Calo, Galdo, and Bug

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Gentlemen Bastards." hissed Locke, "do not abandon one another, and we do not run when we owe vengeance.

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Locke sighed.'So this is winning,' he said.'It is,' replied Jean. 'It can go fuck itself,' said Locke.

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What kind of knife is this?” Locke held a rounded buttering utensil up for Chains’ inspection. “It’s all wrong. You couldn’t kill anyone with this.”“W...more

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There’s no freedom quite like the freedom of being constantly underestimated.

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Gods, I love this place," Locke said, drumming his fingers against his thighs. "Sometimes I think this whole city was put here simply because the gods...more

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A troupe learns to play like we all learn to screw, stumbling and jostling until everything's finally in the right place.

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What do you do,' said Jean, 'with, ah, "ungifted" children when you have them?''Cherish them and raise them, you imbecile. Most of them end up working...more

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I’m done losing. Do you fucking hear me? I am done losing. Spare me your precious self-pity, because this isn’t a stage and I didn’t pay two coppers t...more