Next came the sort of kiss that banished the world to distant background noise and seemed to last a month. — Scott Lynch

“In my dreams I sign chits and file papers,” Nikoros muttered. “Then I awake to sign real chits and file real papers. I imagine my grave marker will be carved as a writing desk. ‘Here lies Nikoros Via Lupa, wifeless and heirless, but gods how he could alphabetize!’”

Are you really that arrogant, that logic is as optional as a fashion accessory for you?

“You need money that badly?”

“As a tool, certainly. Its application is simple and universally effective.”