They say that the Thorn of Camorr can beat anyone in a fight They say he steals from the rich & gives to the poor They say he's part man part myth & mostly street-corner rumor & they are wrong on every count Only averagely tall slender & god-awful with a sword Locke Lamora is the fabled Thorn & the greatest weapons at his disposal are his wit & cunning He steals from the rich
- they're the only ones worth stealing from
- but the poor can go steal for themselves What Locke cons wheedles & tricks into his possession is strictly for him & his band of fellow con-artists & thieves the Gentleman Bastards Together their domain is the city of Camorr Built of Elderglass by a race no-one remembers it's a city of shifting revels filthy canals baroque palaces & crowded cemeteries Home to Dons merchants soldiers beggars cripples & feral children & to Capa Barsavi the criminal mastermind who runs the city But there are whispers of a challenge to the Capa's power A challenge from a man no one has ever seen a man no blade can touch The Grey King is coming A man would be well advised not to be caught between Capa Barsavi & The Grey King Even such a master of the sword as the Thorn of Camorr As for Locke Lamora