Best Served Cold

by Joe Abercrombie

Just a matter of time until Styria stands united.” He slid a metal flask from his inside pocket and unscrewed the cap. “Or until Orso sees sense, and offers me enough to change sides again.” She didn’t laugh. Perhaps she wasn’t meant to. “Maybe you should try sticking to one side or the other.” “Why ever would anyone do that?” Cosca raised his flask, took a sip and smacked his lips in satisfaction. “It’s a war. There is no right side.”

Stairs. Falling down stairs, and the worst of it was he couldn’t even count them.