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It can be a fearsome weapon, patience. One that few men ever learn to use.
People would far rather be handed an easy lie than search for a difficult truth, especially if it suits their own purposes.
To touch the Bloody-Nine was to touch death, and death has no favourites, and makes no exceptions.
Two kings, dragging at a beam. The kings of mud.
‘I am ready to die.’ Glokta returned his gaze, like for like. ‘But I refuse to lose.’
Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers, say he’s a cunt.
