Lyon Fences Quotes

few months ago, even—he would have weighed his life against another’s. Calculated pros and cons. Made a deal. He was good at deals. He’d spent years making them; he’d learned all about them at Harvard Business School. But there was nothing here to negotiate. It was refreshing. He was flooded with a resolve so strong, so sure and clear, that it was painless. He didn’t regret it, even as the torn, rotten hands scrabbled inches away from his boots. The racket they kicked up brought more down the alley. The Lexers on the other side of the fence, the one everyone had escaped

Dwight would later learn that Lyon had fencing lessons on Monday nights, French lessons on Tuesday nights and violin lessons on Sunday nights. The little boy only wanted to learn Taekwondo.

goodnight. She was smart enough to realize that this wasn’t going to end well, so she left home at seventeen and made her own way, such as it was, in the seedy margins with Galway’s other homeless people. Her appearance was helpful to her endeavours as a beggar, and she usually managed to clock sixty or seventy euro in a day, while Lorcan kept watch for the ever-present Gardaí who would move them on, or worse still, if the Garda in question was having a bad day, book them for vagrancy. They were about to leave the bar when a man that they had just recently met, and who had fenced some of their stolen gear, approached and sat down in between them on one of the empty stools. “All right, Lorcan, Sheila?” “Yeah, we’re good. Just about to leave actually,” Lorcan replied. “Ah, bide a while won’t ye? Here, I’ll buy you a drink.” The man handed a twenty euro