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
admire persons qualifications
Nobody admires anyone else without qualification. If they do they're after an image, not a person.
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.
fire trying genius
Stand aside, and try not to catch fire if I shed sparks of genius.
bullshit bricks tangible
My disinterest in your bullshit is so tangible you could make bricks out of it
fashion men soul
The only constant in the soul of man is inconstancy; anything and everything else can pass out of fashion-even something as utilitarian as a hill stuffed full of corpses.
stupid past helping
You can't help being young, but it's past time that you stopped being stupid.
sharks throwing lettuce
Throwing blondes at Locke Lamora was not unlike throwing lettuce at sharks.
winning way teeth
Only one way to win when you're being chased by someone bigger and tougher than you. Turn straight around, punch their teeth out, and hope the gods are fond of you.
book legends might
This is where you and I are headed.... Look for us in history books and you'll find us in the margins. Look for us in legends and you might just find us celebrated
eye ideas gentleman
Maxilan, darling." Locke raised one eyebrow and smiled. "I knew you were driven, but I had no idea you could smoulder. Come, take me now! Jean won't mind; he'll avert his eyes like a gentleman.
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.
pain dull reassurance
If reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing grapes.
men wind rooms
Any man can fart in a closed room and say that he commands the wind