In this stunning debut, author Scott Lynch delivers the wonderfully thrilling tale of an audacious criminal and his band of confidence tricksters. Set in a fantastic city pulsing with the lives of decadent nobles and daring thieves, here is a story of adventure, loyalty, and survival that is one part “Robin Hood”, one part Ocean’s Eleven, and entirely enthralling…
An orphan’s life is harsh — and often short — in the island city of Camorr, built on the ruins of a mysterious alien race. But born with a quick wit and a gift for thieving, Locke Lamora has dodged both death and slavery, only to fall into the hands of an eyeless priest known as Chains — a man who is neither blind nor a priest.
A con artist of extraordinary talent, Chains passes his skills on to his carefully selected “family” of orphans — a group known as the Gentlemen Bastards. Under his tutelage, Locke grows to lead the Bastards, delightedly pulling off one outrageous confidence game after another. Soon he is infamous as the Thorn of Camorr, and no wealthy noble is safe from his sting.
Passing themselves off as petty thieves, the brilliant Locke and his tightly knit band of light-fingered brothers have fooled even the criminal underworld’s most feared ruler, Capa Barsavi. But there is someone in the shadows more powerful — and more ambitious — than Locke has yet imagined.
Known as the Gray King, he is slowly killing Capa Barsavi’s most trusted men — and using Locke as a pawn in his plot to take control of Camorr’s underworld. With a bloody coup under way threatening to destroy everyone and everything that holds meaning in his mercenary life, Locke vows to beat the Gray King at his own brutal game — or die trying…
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I’ve always had difficulty leaving a book for a day or two and remembering what went on and where I left off.
Not with Scott Lynch’s fabulous first novel.
“The Lies of Locke Lamora” is a riveting tale of the Gentlemen Bastards, scheming and lying as their paths cris-cross between the High Born, laced in silk and jewels, and the Right People, born and bred by steel and blood. The characters were enchanting, the environment addictive, and the plot had me on the edge of my seat. Over the past month I picked away at the first half of the novel. This weekend I finally sat down with the intention of going for dinner in an hour. Habits are harder to break than dinner dates, so instead I devoured the rest of the book and am now furious with myself for not buying the sequel before I drove out to the middle of no where with no book shop (guess who’s learning how to use Amazon instead).
When the book would sit by my bed, I would remember the creatures that lurked beneath the murky waters, the characters that loitered beneath the temples, and the alchemical inventions and Emberglass that Camorr was built around. I laughed with the characters, fell in love with the Twins and little Bug, and tried to follow Locke’s mastermind the best I could, but thoroughly enjoyed just going along for the ride.
The mysteries and stories not told leave you wanting more, and I can’t wait for the arrival of the last two sequels released to continue my adventure this week. If you want a twisting steam-punk fantasy, read this book immediately.