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

by Joe Abercrombie

Jezal planted his elbows on his knees, his chin drooping down onto his palms, and gave vent to a long sigh. He was so very, very tired. “I seem to have done the wrong thing,” he muttered. “Huh.” Ferro’s eyes slid away. “You’ve got a knack for it.”