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“Don’t start telling yourself stories about me, Esta. I’m not some knight in shining armor. I don’t have some hidden heart of gold. I’m a bastard, in every sense of the word.â€�
“Who said I want you to be anything but what you are? I like your angles and your edges,â€� she told him, hoping he could hear the truth in her words. “I have plenty of my own, you know.”
― Lisa Maxwell, The Last Magician

“Are you trying to blackmail me?â€� she asked.
“Not trying, no. Not yet, at least.� He smiled pleasantly, because he had the sense it would irritate her even more. “But give me time, and I might find something I want from you.�
She let out a derisive laugh. “In your dreams.�
He winked. “Every night, sweetheart.”
― Lisa Maxwell, The Last Magician

“They were sitting on opposite sides of the board, playing each other in hopes of gaining the same prize.”
― Lisa Maxwell, The Last Magician

“Standing to leave, he looked at her one last time, hating her and loving her just the same. She was yet another thing tying him to the city, his duty to her like a straitjacket holding him against his will. A locked box he couldn’t find a way out of.”
― Lisa Maxwell, The Last Magician

“She kept him on his toes every time they met, so it was only fair he got to do the same. Never mind how much he was growing to like their games.”
― Lisa Maxwell, The Last Magician

“He wished . . . He didn’t know what he wished. That he hadn’t seen the intentions behind those honey-colored eyes of hers? That he hadn’t predicted her duplicity so easily? Or maybe, stupid as he was, he wished that he could stop himself from the inevitability of hurting her? But wishes were for children, and he’d grown up a long time ago. Only one of them could win this game, and it had to be him.”
― Lisa Maxwell, The Last Magician

“Order, the Bowery, the city itself. It was all the same to Harte. Each one was holding him down, holding him back. He’d throw them off one by one, until he was free, or he’d die trying.”
― Lisa Maxwell, The Last Magician