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The Lies of Locke Lamora, Red Seas Under Red Skies
, and
The Republic of Thieves
are works of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

A Del Rey eBook Edition

The Lies of Locke Lamora
copyright © 2006 by Scott Lynch

Red Seas Under Red Skies
copyright © 2007 by Scott Lynch

The Republic of Thieves
copyright © 2013 by Scott Lynch

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Del Rey, an imprint of Random House, a division of Random House LLC, a Penguin Random House Company, New York.

DEL REY and the House colophon are registered trademarks of Random House LLC.

The Lies of Locke Lamora, Red Seas Under Red Skies
, and
The Republic of Thieves
were each published separately by Spectra and Del Rey, imprints of Random House, a division of Random House LLC, a Penguin Random House Company, New York, in 2006, 2007, and 2013.

eBook ISBN: 978-0-8129-8790-4

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Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

The Lies of Locke Lamora
Red Seas Under Red Skies
The Republic of Thieves

Other Books by This Author

About the Author

THE LIES OF LOCKE LAMORA
A Bantam Spectra Book / July 2006

Published by Bantam Dell
A Division of Random House, Inc.
New York, New York

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved
Copyright © 2006 by Scott Lynch

Book design by Lynn Newmark
Map by Robert Bull

Bantam Books, the rooster colophon, Spectra, and the portrayal of a boxed “s” are trademarks of Random House, Inc.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Lynch, Scott.
The lies of Locke Lamora / Scott Lynch.
p. cm.
ISBN-13: 978-0-553-80467-6
ISBN-10: 0-553-80467-7
eISBN: 978-0-553-90271-6
1. Swindlers and swindling—Fiction. 2. Robbers and outlaws—Fiction. 3. Orphans—Fiction. 4. Gangsters—Fiction.
I. Title.
PS3612.Y5427 L54 2006
813.’6 22       2006042653

www.bantamdell.com

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For Jenny, this little world that was blessed
to have you peeking over my shoulder while it took shape—
Love always.

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Map

Prologue: The Boy Who Stole Too Much

I: Ambition

Chapter One: The Don Salvara Game
Interlude: Locke Explains
Chapter Two: Second Touch at the Teeth Show
Interlude: Locke Stays for Dinner
Chapter Three: Imaginary Men
Interlude: The Last Mistake

II: Complication

Chapter Four: At the Court of Capa Barsavi
Interlude: The Boy Who Cried for a Corpse
Chapter Five: The Gray King
Interlude: Jean Tannen
Chapter Six: Limitations
Interlude: Brat Masterpieces
Chapter Seven: Out the Window
Interlude: Up the River
Chapter Eight: The Funeral Cask
Interlude: The Half-Crown War

III: Revelation

Chapter Nine: A Curious Tale for Countess Amberglass
Interlude: The Schoolmaster of Roses
Chapter Ten: Teeth Lessons
Interlude: The Tale of the Old Handball Players
Chapter Eleven: At the Court of Capa Raza
Interlude: The Lady of the Long Silence

IV: Desperate Improvisation

Chapter Twelve: The Fat Priest from Tal Verrar
Interlude: The White Iron Conjurers
Chapter Thirteen: Orchids and Assassins
Chapter Fourteen: Three Invitations
Interlude: The Daughters of Camorr
Chapter Fifteen: Spiderbite
Interlude: The Throne in Ashes
Chapter Sixteen: Justice is Red
Interlude: A Minor Prophecy

Epilogue: Falselight

Afterword

PROLOGUE

THE BOY WHO STOLE TOO MUCH

1

AT THE HEIGHT of the long wet summer of the Seventy-seventh Year of Sendovani, the Thiefmaker of Camorr paid a sudden and unannounced visit to the Eyeless Priest at the Temple of Perelandro, desperately hoping to sell him the Lamora boy.

“Have I got a deal for you!” the Thiefmaker began, perhaps inauspiciously.

“Another deal like Calo and Galdo, maybe?” said the Eyeless Priest. “I’ve still got my hands full training those giggling idiots out of every bad habit they picked up from you and replacing them with the bad habits I need.”

“Now, Chains.” The Thiefmaker shrugged. “I told you they were shit-flinging little monkeys when we made the deal, and it was good enough for you at the—”

“Or maybe another deal like Sabetha?” The priest’s richer, deeper voice chased the Thiefmaker’s objection right back down his throat. “I’m sure you recall charging me everything but my dead mother’s kneecaps for her. I should’ve paid you in copper and watched you spring a rupture trying to haul it all away.”

“Ahhhhhh, but she was special, and this boy, he’s special, too,” said the Thiefmaker. “Everything you asked me to look for after I sold you Calo
and Galdo. Everything you liked so much about Sabetha! He’s Camorri, but a mongrel. Therin and Vadran blood with neither dominant. He’s got larceny in his heart, sure as the sea’s full of fish piss. And I can even let you have him at a … a discount.”

The Eyeless Priest spent a long moment mulling this. “You’ll pardon me,” he finally said, “if the suggestion that the minuscule black turnip you call a heart is suddenly overflowing with generosity toward me leaves me wanting to arm myself and put my back against a wall.”

The Thiefmaker tried to let a vaguely sincere expression scurry onto his face, where it froze in evident discomfort. His shrug was theatrically casual. “There are, ah, problems with the boy, yes. But the problems are unique to his situation in my care. Were he under yours, I’m sure they would, ahhhh, vanish.”

“Oh. You have a
magic
boy. Why didn’t you say so?” The priest scratched his forehead beneath the white silk blindfold that covered his eyes. “
Magnificent
. I’ll plant him in the fucking ground and grow a vine to an enchanted land beyond the clouds.”

“Ahhhhh! I’ve tasted that flavor of sarcasm before, Chains.” The Thiefmaker gave an arthritic mock bow. “
That’s
the sort you spit out as a bargaining posture. Is it really so hard to say that you’re interested?”

The Eyeless Priest shrugged. “Suppose Calo, Galdo, and Sabetha might be able to use a new playmate, or at least a new punching bag.
Suppose
I’m willing to spend about three coppers and a bowl of piss for a mystery boy. But you’ll still need to convince me that you deserve the bowl of piss. What’s the boy’s problem?”

“His problem,” said the Thiefmaker, “is that if I can’t sell him to you, I’m going to have to slit his throat and throw him in the bay. And I’m going to have to do it
tonight
.”

2

ON THE night the Lamora boy had come to live under the Thiefmaker’s care, the old graveyard on Shades’ Hill had been full of children, standing at silent attention and waiting for their new brothers and sisters to be led down into the mausoleums.

The Thiefmaker’s wards all carried candles; their cold blue light shone through the silver curtains of river mist as streetlamps might glimmer through a smoke-grimed window. A chain of ghostlight wound its way down from the hilltop, through the stone markers and ceremonial paths,
down to the wide glass bridge over the Coalsmoke Canal, half-visible in the blood-warm fog that seeps up from Camorr’s wet bones on summer nights.

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