The Heroes (First Law World #5)

by Joe Abercrombie

“Perhaps you can work your way back into the king’s good graces.” Depend upon it, you arcane fuck-hole, if I must spill every drop of blood in the North.

“Remember, though, that you are the king’s observer, not the king’s champion.” I am neither. I am a glorified errand boy, here because nowhere else will have me. I am a secretary in a uniform. A filthy uniform, as it happens. I am a dead man still twitching. Ha ha! Look at the big idiot with the silly voice! Make him dance! “Yes, sir.”

“The king would never forgive me if we were to lose you.” The king has abandoned me here, and no one will care a stray speck of piss if I am hacked apart and my brains splattered across the North. Least of all me. “Yes, sir.”