Joe Abercrombie The First — Law Trilogy

“You do.” Now she looked up. Her eyes were yellow slits, the color of old hatred. “Like a pig with a stone in its throat.”

A twig snapped in the dark.

But he said it with a sliver of respect. In the Circle of the World, that was as close to love as you ever got. joe abercrombie the first law trilogy

“Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers,” said the crippled torturer, biting into the raw rabbit. “Say he’s a sentimental fool.”

He’d fallen twice already.

Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.

The Debt of a Failed Knife

The mud had a name, but Logen Ninefingers couldn’t remember it. Didn’t matter. Mud was mud. It sucked at his boots, it splattered his coat, and if you fell in it face-first, it drowned you just the same as any other.