âThe questions now are why, and what next? Quit acting like youâve been breathing Wraitstone smoke. I need your wits, Locke. I need the Thorn of Camorr.â
âLet me know when you find him. Heâs a fucking fairy tale.â
âNo, heâs sitting here in this boat with me. If youâre not him now, you must become him.â
The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch

















