His throwing knife dropped out of his coat and rattled against the boards. They all stared at it for a moment, then Cosca grinned up. “You see that fly, against the wall?” Glokta narrowed his eyes. “Perhaps not the best moment for—” The blade spun across the room, missed the target by a stride, hit the wall handle-first and gouged out a lump of plaster, bounced back and clattered across the floor. “Shit,” said Cosca. “I mean… damn.” Ardee frowned down at the knife. “I’d say shit.”
