The priest’s richer, deeper voice chased the Thiefmaker’s objection right back down his throat. (Location 148)
An old Camorri proverb has it that the only constant in the soul of man is inconstancy; (Location 222)
their hard-packed walls threaded with supports like the ribs of long-dead wooden dragons. (Location 240)
If he had a bloody gash across his throat and a physiker was trying to sew it up, Lamora would steal the needle and thread and die laughing. (Location 346)
a man of late-middle years with a chest as broad as a scrivener’s desk and a beard that clung to his craggy face like a pad of scrubbing wool. (Location 508)
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