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

by Joe Abercrombie

Fighting with a man and fighting against him are only a whisker apart. Far closer together than not fighting at all.

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

It was amazing how well and how fast a man could patch a wall when it was the pile of stones that might save his own life.

You can have enemies you never really meet, Logen had plenty. You can kill men you don’t know, he’d done it often. But you can’t truly hate a man without loving him first, and there’s always a trace of that love left over.

“Banks,” grunted Marovia. “They are made of air. They spin money out of guesses, and lies, and promises. Secrets are their currency, even more than gold.”

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.”

I do not mind dying. But I refuse to be beaten.