Yuwen

“It had the expression common to all kittens, that of a tyrant in the becoming.”
― Scott Lynch, Red Seas Under Red Skies

“You simply collapsed, sir. In layman's terms, your body revoked its permission for you to continue heaping abuse upon it.”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“Les pas que je fis après avoir laissé Oroshi aux rapaces, ma déambulation hagarde, écrasée de tristesse, au bord du plateau vide, et saturé de chrones, vide et saturé sans cesse, vide, sur plus de trois mille kilomètres de marche, jusqu'à l'étendue de glace crevassée, cisaillée de crivetz, qui marque de manière si caractéristique la limite de la bande de Contre, ces pas, je ne les ai dus qu'à moi.”
― Alain Damasio, La Horde du Contrevent

“Jean," Locke gasped out during a brief lull between spasms of retching, "next time I conceive a plan like this, consider putting a hatchet in my skull."

"Hardly efficacious." Jean swapped a full bucket for an empty one and gave Locke a friendly pat on the back. "Dulling my nice sharp blades on a skull as thick as yours...”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora