T. Mountebank Quotes

I swore on my knees at the altar where you held me that I would kill you. It was an oath you made me make in my own blood. And now I have returned to give you the promised blade.

And the General regrets the night.

He didn’t know what beget what, but he quickly learned that people with money to hide were powerful, and powerful people were violent. It was reliable math: as the amount of money being conveyed incre...

… as General Berringer would readily admit, “If you’re in a fair fight, I’ve done something wrong.