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

by Joe Abercrombie

Sometimes it doesn’t matter too much what choice you make, as long as you make it quick and stick to it.

You have to be grateful for the small things in life, like some smoky kind of a fire after the wet. You have to be grateful for the small things, when any minute might be your last.

ain’t ever as simple, is it, as a man is just good or bad? Not even you. Not even Bethod. Not anybody.’ ‘No.’ Logen sat and watched the flames moving. ‘No, it ain’t ever that simple. We all got our reasons. Good men and bad men. It’s all a matter of where you stand.’

There’s nothing worth less than what men think of you after you’re back in the mud.

A pointless sort of a death, a long way from home. Not for anything he’d believed in, or understood, or stood to gain from. Nothing more’n a waste. But then Dogman had seen a lot of men go back to the mud, and there was never anything fine about it.

But maybe that’s what happens once the fighting stops, to a man who knows nothing but fighting. He fights himself.