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Sometimes, a person reaches a point in their life when it becomes absolutely essential to get the fuck out of the city.

finishing this

Great friend. Lifetime o' battles. Stood face to face with the Bloody-Nine, then shoulder to shoulder with him. Never took an easy path, if he thought it was the wrong one. Never stepped back from a fight, if he thought it had to be done. I stood with him, walked with him, fought with him, ten years, all over the North.' His face broke out in a smile. 'I've no complaints.'

To think. The time was I would take young women to the finest establishments in the city, to the pleasure gardens on the hill, to concerts at the Hall of Whispers, or straight to my quarters, of course, if I thought I could manage it. Now I take them to executions. He felt the tiniest of smiles at the corner of his mouth. Ah well, things change.

She was happy to bed that stinking savage, but he was too angry? It was so unfair he almost choked on his rage.

'Ah.'

'Urrrr.'

'Ah.'

'Urrrr.'

'Ah—'

'What?'

'Er…’



Dude lmao

Woman, or demon, or snake, it made no difference. Her concern was hurting the Gurkish. Her hatred was strong, and deep-rooted, warm and familiar. Her oldest friend.

She could trust nothing else.

'Look around you, old friend.' And the First of the Magi smiled as he
clambered up into his saddle. 'None of your hopes ever come to anything.'

'Ferro shook her head. 'You expect too much out of life, pink.'

He grinned. 'And here was me thinking you expect too little.'

'Expect nothing and you won't be disappointed.'

'Expect nothing and you'll get nothing.

"Is it coming for me? Several tons of rock, about to splatter my
remains across the city? What a ludicrously random way to die."

'We supposed to fight all this lot? When do we get a rest?'

Grim shrugged his shoulders, squeezed his lips together like he was
thinking about it. 'When we're dead?'
And wasn't that the sorry truth.

'They nag at me from time to time, but I tell myself I had good reasons. The years pass, the unimaginable becomes everyday, the hideous becomes tedious, the unbearable becomes routine. I push it all into the dark corners of my mind, and it's incredible the room back there. Amazing what one can live with.'

'I did it,' he muttered, and the apprentice nodded slowly. 'I did it!' he shouted, waving his bloody short steel in the air.

Abercrombie…show me something

The Northman grinned. 'Luck then, Jezal.'

'And to you.'

Ninefingers folded his arms. 'Just once,' he murmured, 'I'd like to take someone else by surprise.'

'My friends don't last, pink.'

'Nor do mine, but I reckon I'll take the risk if you will.'

Jezal stared at the bodies, still lying where they had found them, their
eyes staring accusingly up into the darkening sky. 'Shouldn't we bury them?'

'If you like,' grunted Ferro, springing up into the saddle in one easy
motion. 'Maybe you could bury them in puke.'

The great Jezal dan Luthar wasn't interested in anyone's stories except
his own.

'Empathy? What's that?' Glokta winced as he rubbed at his aching leg. 'It's a sad fact, but pain only makes you sorry for yourself.'

If the measure of a man was the size of his hat, these were great men indeed

Part 3 done, finishing tomorrow

“I admired you in your early years, Slave King,”