A challenge from a man no one has ever seen, a man no blade can touch. And to Capa Barsavi, the criminal mastermind who runs the city.īut there are whispers of a challenge to the Capa's power. Home to Dons, merchants, soldiers, beggars, cripples, and feral children. Built of Elderglass by a race no-one remembers, it's a city of shifting revels, filthy canals, baroque palaces and crowded cemeteries.
Together their domain is the city of Camorr. What Locke cons, wheedles and tricks into his possession is strictly for him and his band of fellow con-artists and thieves: the Gentleman Bastards. He steals from the rich - they're the only ones worth stealing from - but the poor can go steal for themselves. Only averagely tall, slender, and god-awful with a sword, Locke Lamora is the fabled Thorn, and the greatest weapons at his disposal are his wit and cunning. They say he's part man, part myth, and mostly street-corner rumor. They say he steals from the rich and gives to the poor.
They say that the Thorn of Camorr can beat anyone in a fight.
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