Joe Abercrombie The First Law Trilogy Guide

Logen’s hand went to the Maker’s sword. The grip was cold. It always was. Ferro was already on her feet, knife reversed, a whisper of movement where there’d been a statue a heartbeat before.

“Better to do a thing,” he whispered to no one, “than to live with the fear of it.”

“Evening, children,” said Sand dan Glokta, leaning on his cane. One leg dragged behind him like a regret. His smile was a razor wrapped in charm. “I see you’ve made camp in the least defensible spot within a mile. Excellent work. I’ve brought dinner.” He held up a dead rabbit by its ears. “Found it choking on its own stupidity. Reminded me of home.” joe abercrombie the first law trilogy

“So does snoring. And I don’t snore.”

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

Logen almost smiled. Almost. His face had forgotten how, years ago. Instead, he worked a piece of gristle from between his teeth with a dirty fingernail. “You ever think,” he said, “that maybe the Magi sent us this way just to watch us fail?”

Ferro stopped sharpening. “Whose face?” Ferro was already on her feet, knife reversed,

“You’re staring,” she said, not looking up.

He’d fallen twice already.

Ferro snorted. Glokta laughed—a wet, joyless sound.