Gods, I love this place," Locke said, drumming his fingers against his thighs. "Sometimes I think this whole city was put here simply because the gods must adore crime. Pickpockets rob the common folk, merchants rob anyone they can dupe, Cap Bars robs the robbers and the common folk, the lesser nobles rob nearly everyone, and Duke Nicotine occasionally runs off with his army and robs the shit out of Tail Gerard or Farm, not to mention what he does to his own nobles and his common folk.

The Lies of Locke Lamora