Joe Abercrombie: The First Law Trilogy

“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.”

“Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers,” said the crippled torturer, biting into the raw rabbit. “Say he’s a sentimental fool.” 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.” “Evening, children,” said Sand dan Glokta, leaning on

“I overtook you. There’s a difference. You move like a glacier with a grudge.” Glokta lowered himself onto a rock with a symphony of grunts. “The Arch Lector sends his regards. And a message. The Seed isn’t in the tomb. It never was. We’ve been chasing a ghost while the real prize walks into Adua wearing a different face.” “I see you’ve made camp in the least

Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.

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.

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