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That would have been the realistic thing. But it was just the way
that Logen's father had always said…He'd never been that realistic.

But I don’t want to finish First Law :(

All as one, the voices screamed their harsh command. 'No!'

She blindly seized hold of the lid. 'Fuck yourselves!' she hissed.

'The only line that matters is the one that separates the strong from the weak. The man who asks the questions from the man who answers them. There are no other lines.'

'All I want is vengeance.'
'And you shall have it, just as I promised.'
She stood face to face with Bayaz, and she shrugged. 'Then what does it
matter now, who killed who a thousand years ago?'
The First of the Magi smiled a sickly smile, his eyes bright in his pale
and bloody face. 'You speak my very thoughts.'

'You have made it clear that you think very little of me, and I suppose that I hardly blame you. I do not think so very much of myself, believe me. But I am trying… I am trying very hard… to be a better man'

'I'm not the one killed the boy, am I? Don't ever come up in the High Places again, Ninefingers, that's my advice. I might not be able to give you another friendly reception.'

He turned and walked away, slowly, waving one fat finger over his shoulder.

'Don't come up in the High Places again, Bloody-Nine! You're beloved o' the moon just a little too much for my taste!

The giant grunted, shifted his arms, tried to drag the Bloody-Nine's head
away, tear the biting teeth out of his mouth. But he could more easily have
shaken off the plague.

But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first, and there's
always a trace of that love left over

'Last Argument of Kings'
Inscribed on his cannons by Louis XIV

'I'm less, now that he's gone, and so are all o' you.

'Life is full of disappointments.'
'Life is made of disappointments. Ask your question, cripple.'

Fenris the Feared and the Bloody-Nine, setting to kill one another?' He rubbed his hands together. 'Now that is a thing I would like to see. That is a thing the moon would love to shine upon.'

Logen took a drink from the canteen, then handed it back, and Tul took
a swig himself. They sat there, silent, for a minute.

'I didn't want this, you know, Tul.'

'Course not. None of us wanted this. Don't mean we don't deserve it,
though, eh?'

I'm not upset that you tried to kill me. But to make such a pathetic
effort at it? We're professionals, Morrow. It's an insult, that you thought thismight work.'

'I'm hurt,' muttered Severard.

'Wounded,' sang Vitari, chain jingling in the darkness.

'Deethly othended,' grunted Frost

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So I'm to be slaughtered in the slaughterhouse, eh, Morrow? Butchered
at the butchers! Sand dan Glokta, breaker of hearts, winner of the Contest,
hero of the Gurkish war, shat out the arses of a dozen different pigs!' He
snorted with laughter and had to wipe some snot off his top lip.

'Thanks. Best not give me too much, though.'

'Why?' he asked. 'Will you kill us then?'

'Kill you? If you're lucky.'

'And if we're not?'

Logen grinned over his mug. 'I'll sing.'

“Well, that’s the nice thing about trees.” Mosscap put its hands on its hips
as it looked around. “They’re not going anywhere. You can take all the time
you need to get to know them.

“I suppose I’m getting old.” Mosscap sighed. “I didn’t expect my life to
be ending yet, but I suppose it always comes as a surprise, doesn’t it?”

Welcome comfort, they reminded themself, rubbing the little pectin-
printed bear with their thumb. Without it, you cannot stay strong

The robot took another step back. “Are you afraid of me?”
“Uh, yeah,” Dex said.
The robot crouched, trying to align itself with Dex’s height. “Does this
help?”
“That’s … more condescending than anything.”