The Wheel of Osheim (The Red Queen's War, #3)

by Mark Lawrence

“Fear can be a useful friend—but it’s never a good master.”

Not quite walking-the-deadlands level of torture, but mathematics can come pretty close on a hot day when you’re hung over.

I recalled some sort of argument with a camel in the small hours of the morning. Had it looked at me wrong?

The key if one wishes to avoid dwelling on unpleasant memories or inconvenient truths is to keep yourself occupied.

The live ones may smell bad and have irritating opinions but the dead ones smell even worse and hold the opinion that we’re food.

“Interesting,” I said, by which I meant “shut the fuck up.”

“This is the way the world ends. No bangs, no whimpers, just the turning of a wheel.”