The Blade Itself (The First Law, #1)

by Joe Abercrombie

They’d all gathered now, and Forley smiled round at ’em. ‘Well then, lads, it’s been something ain’t it?’ ‘Shut up, Weakest,’ scowled Dow. ‘Bethod ain’t got nothing against you. You’re coming back.’ ‘In case I don’t, though. It’s been something.’