Walter Oberholzer

“The little phalanx of stones flashed like blue fire even by the light of the room’s single soft lantern. ‘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 deep draught of the warm water in the decanter. ‘I got it from the neck of the governor’s mistress.’ ‘You can’t be serious.’ ‘In the governor’s manor.’ ‘Of all the—’ ‘In the governor’s bed.’ ‘Damned lunatic!’ ‘With the governor sleeping next to her.”
― Scott Lynch, Red Seas Under Red Skies

“peeked at his cards and said, ‘Ahhhh-ha,’ with a tone of interested pleasure. They were an astonishing constellation of crap; his worst hand yet.”
― Scott Lynch, Red Seas Under Red Skies

“The authorities of Tal Verrar, in a magnanimous gesture of hospitality, have decreed that no foreigner upon the Golden Steps may be pressed into slavery. As a result, there are few places west of Camorr where it is safer for strangers to drink their brains out and fall asleep in the gutters and gardens.”
― Scott Lynch, Red Seas Under Red Skies

“The softest rain was falling, little more than a warm wet kiss from the sky,”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora