Scott Lynch
The Lies of Locke Lamora is a notable work by Scott Lynch, a novelist who writes in English within the fantasy and science fiction genres.
Lynch was born on April 2, 1978, in Saint Paul. An American citizen, he works as a writer and novelist, producing fiction in English. The Lies of Locke Lamora stands as one of his most prominent titles and represents a significant point in his work within the fantasy genre.
Two further novels also figure among his notable works: Red Seas Under Red Skies and The Republic of Thieves. Together with The Lies of Locke Lamora, these titles form the body of work for which Lynch is recognized. His writing operates across both fantasy and science fiction literature, and his novels have reached readers beyond the English-speaking world.
That international reach is confirmed by a specific honor: Lynch received the Imaginales award for best foreign-language novel. The recognition connects his name to a readership and critical community outside the United States and stands as a concrete marker of his standing in the broader landscape of fantasy and science fiction literature. Of his three named notable works, The Lies of Locke Lamora remains the title most frequently associated with his name, while the Imaginales award represents the most precisely documented acknowledgment of his work's reach.
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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.
But this is silly – we could sit here all night contrasting cock-lengths. I say mine is five feet long, you say yours is six, and shoots fire upon command.
I mean, wouldn’t it be grand, to have a legend that grew while you were alive to enjoy it? To sit in a tavern and hear all the people around you speaking of what you’d done, with no notion that you were among them as flesh and blood?
He lay there shaking in the light of the red lamps, in a silent hall, alone with his triumph, unable to move and bleeding to death.
In time, you’ll come to understand that a state like ours cannot afford to offer up a show of weakness for honesty’s sake.
Sad day, my loves, a proper tragedy. But when the milk’s gone bad you might as well look forward to cheese, hmm?
It is possible,” said Locke with a sheepish grin, “that I have been slightly too bold.
