Before They Are Hanged (The First Law, #2)

by Joe Abercrombie

‘Fucking Union,’ he growled.

No purpose. Brutality, for it’s own sake. I might almost be sickened, had I eaten anything today.

‘I think I could find it in myself to forgive you. She however,’ and Bayaz nodded his bald head at Ferro, ‘would most likely cut your hand off.’

‘Bet it doesn’t rain much where you come from, eh?’ ‘Are you going to shut your fucking hole, or do I have to hurt you?’