Joe Abercrombie The First Law Trilogy Official

“So does snoring. And I don’t snore.”

“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

“Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers,” Ferro muttered, returning to her blade. “Say he’s a fool who asks questions with obvious answers.” “So does snoring

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. His smile was a razor wrapped in charm

The Debt of a Failed Knife

Out of the treeline came a man. Tall, cloaked, rain-slick. He walked like he owned the mud and everyone in it.

“Admiring gets your throat cut while you sleep.”