
And while Locke does indeed steal from the rich (who else, pray tell, would be worth stealing from?), the poor never see a penny of it. He certainly didn't invite the rumors that swirl around his exploits, which are actually confidence games of the most intricate sort. Nobody has it quite right.Slightly built, unlucky in love, and barely competent with a sword, Locke Lamora is, much to his annoyance, the fabled Thorn. The other half believe him to be a foolish myth. Half the city believes him to be a legendary champion of the poor. Subterranean Press is proud to announce the limited edition of one of the best fantasies of the past decade.The Thorn of Camorr is said to be an unbeatable swordsman, a master thief, a ghost that walks through walls. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title. Even such a master of the sword as the Thorn of Camorr. The Grey King is coming.Ī man would be well advised not to be caught between Capa Barsavi and The Grey King. 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.
