Last Argument of Kings (The First Law, #3)

by Joe Abercrombie

Must we engage in such undignified dancing? You have not the build for it, and I have not the legs.

It was not so much the act itself that Jezal objected to, as that they would do it in front of him without a thought for his feelings. It rendered him somehow complicit.

He still a little sucks lol

“You’re not as much of a coward as you were.”

“Just whistle if you drop behind and I’ll come right back for you.

Thats hilarious

One should treat others the way one would want to be treated, he supposed, just as Ninefingers had once said. But it certainly was a damned inconvenience.

Jezal might have had little more understanding of politics than a mushroom,

Ferro snorted. She would have been surprised if the few hundred men down there had five whole consciences between them.

Another peal of ugly laughter gurgled down from above,

I love ferro so much lol

People would far rather be handed an easy lie than search for a difficult truth, especially if it suits their own purposes.

“No I fucking don’t!” she screamed at him, then dropped it off her shoulder and dragged it away up the slope by the handle, scowling at him all the way, the hammer’s head clattering along and leaving a groove in the stony soil.

Loveeeee

“Fierce, ah? Y’ave to be fierce, to get on in my family!” He leaned close and gave a wink. “And she’s the fiercest of the lot, that little bitch. If I’m honest, she’s my favourite.”

Love

“Could each man not simply be taxed the same proportion of his income, regardless of whether he is a peasant or a nobleman… and then, perhaps…”

Okay baddie

Then Ferro had thrown half a brick at his head and knocked him in the sea.

Love

Good men and bad men. It’s all a matter of where you stand.”

He was gradually starting to realise that the more powerful a man became, the fewer choices he really had.

“Having fucked the groom is really no excuse for missing a wedding, you know.”

My shrivelled turd of a heart bursts open with joy!

I love glokta

If you want to be a new man you have to stay in new places, and do new things, with people who never knew you before. If you go back to the same old ways, what else can you be but the same old person?

Logen wanted to care. But the Bloody-Nine cares for nothing.

Ferro took a long, slow aim, feeling the smile tugging at the corners of her face. All in a moment she judged the way he was sitting in the saddle, the speed of the horse, the height of the tower, felt the wind on her face, the weight of the shaft, the tension in the wood, the string biting into her lip. She watched the arrow fly, a spinning black splinter against the grey sky, and the horse rushed forwards to meet it. Sometimes, God is generous.

She is the baddest bitch alive

“Dead Gurkish suit me. That is all.”

But you can’t truly hate a man without loving him first, and there’s always a trace of that love left over.

“I suppose on the subject of old fools who love to hear their own voices, you are the absolute expert.” That was what Jezal thought but he kept it to himself,

Shoulda said it lil bitch

It can be a terrible curse for a man to get everything he ever dreamed of. If the shining prizes turn out somehow to be empty baubles, he is left without even his dreams for comfort.

Trust. It was a word that only liars used. A word the truthful had no need of.

“But I can trust you?” Ferro snorted her contempt. “Fuck yourself!”

What good does blame do? We all do what we have to. I gave up looking for reasons a long time ago.”

“I have learned all kinds of things from my many mistakes.” Cosca stretched his chin up and scratched at his scabby neck. “The one thing I never learn is to stop making them.” “Huh,” grunted Glokta as he laboured up the steps. A curse we all have to bear. Round and round in circles we go, clutching at successes that we never grasp, endlessly tripping over the same old failures. Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.

And another secret is dragged kicking into the merciless light. How disappointingly right I was. It always amazes me, how swiftly problems can be solved, once you start cutting things off people.

Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers, say he’s got a talent for turning a friend into an enemy.

“You can never have too many knives,” she growled back.

Logen saw who it was. But it wasn’t his hand that held the sword, now, and the Bloody-Nine saw only work that needed doing.