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411 pages, Hardcover
First published April 10, 2018
Despite Enne’s flaws - namely that she was mucking annoying - she knew how to weasel in and out of a conversation.
“She allowed herself to admit that Levi Glaisyer was very good-looking— at least, in an up-to-no-good way that she supposed some people found attractive.”
The photograph of Luckluster Casino matched the stories of New Reynes: red lights that flashed without flame, women of loose morals dancing on street corners in sparkling, skin-tight corsets, gambling dens beckoning passersby with seedy smiles and the allure of fast fortune.
“So you cheat,” she said, the contempt obvious in her voice.
“We make a business out of winning.”
Pretty or not, Levi wondered if he had ever met such a delicate, unpleasant creature.
All you know are stories, Enne told herself. And not all stories are true.
All you know are stories, Enne told herself. And not all stories are true.
“The City of Sin was a game, but not everyone was a player.”
“Do not reveal your emotions, especially your fear.
Never allow yourself to be lost.
Trust is a last resort.”
“The worst hurt in the world was the kind you grew to accept.”
“Avarice, pride, and lust - these are all modest desires. What the city of sin craves is destruction.”
she was a pistol wrapped in silk.
she was a blade disguised as a girl
“People do not play this game to win, my dear. They play this game not to lose.”
Levi stood up and reached for his hat on the table.
“Where are you going?” Enne asked.
“Out. There are volts to make and people to cheat.”
He flashed her a smile. She was lucky he hadn’t cheated her.
He was feeling sentimental today.
“Ten days.
Ten days to figure out how to beat his enemies at their own game.”
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"...it smells foul."
"What? This city?" He inhaled deeply through his nose. "That's the smell of opportunity. And maybe a little piss."
"In the City of Sin, secrets are their own sort of currency and reputation holds more power than fortune."
—The City of Sin: Where To Go and Where Not To
Her guidebook had been wrong about one thing: the most dangerous part of the City of Sin wasn't the beckoning of the card tables or the thread of the gangs. It was the allure of Levi Glaisyer's rogueish smile.
"No one wins the Shadow Game," Lola said.
"It's not like they'd want you to know, if someone did," Levi retorted. His voice was hoarse, almost giddy. "No game is impossible to win."
Do not believe their smiles. Do not stray into their lairs. Or you may never come out again.
She rooted around her pocket, pulling out a tube of lipstick, the gun and the silk mask. All the girlie necessities, apparently.
"I am not scary," Enne grumbled. "I'm elegant. And charming."
"You can be all three," he ceded, and Enne decided that was satisfactory.
The City of Sin is painted white so that the filth can stain.
"Now I think the city could be yours to claim."
"And he would tell her that, even after losing everything he'd ever wanted, he still desperately wanted her.”
"Don't. Mucking. Move."
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