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“I fucking love war!’ squeaked Whirrun. ‘I fucking love it, though, don’t you?’

Got to do it because you want to.’
‘It ain’t no kind o’ sacrifice if you want to do it, though, is it? How does doing what you want make you a fucking hero? That’s just what I do.’
Craw could only shrug.

‘I haven’t got the answers. Wish I did.’

Shivers turned the ring on his little finger thoughtfully round and round, red stone glistening. ‘Guess it’s just about getting through each day.”

“Anyway, it seems to me a man can do an awful lot of evil in no time at all. Swing of a blade is all it takes. Doing good needs time. And all manner of complicated efforts. Most men don’t have the patience for it. ’Specially not these days.’

‘Those are the times.’ ”

“Master Dylain.” Dylain turned to Farwen, his eyebrow raised. “Die well.”

A soft smile touched the edges of Dylain’s mouth. “Live better.”

“Apparently the engagement was over, and he was still alive. How strangely disappointing.”

“Straight at ’em!’ barked Dow, like he could make it work by shouting it. ‘The way Threetrees would’ve done it, eh?’

‘Would he?’

Dow opened his mouth, then paused. ‘What does it matter? Threetrees is seven winters in the mud.”


Ah man. Ahhh man.

‘Armour …’ mused Whirrun, licking a finger and scrubbing some speck
of dirt from the pommel of his sword, ‘is part of a state of mind … in which
you admit the possibility … of being hit.’

‘What the fuck?’

“Dow frowned at his blood-daubed palm, working the fingers. ‘Once your hands get bloody it ain’t so easy to get ’em clean. The Dogman told me that. My hands been bloody all my life.’ Calder flinched as Splitfoot tossed something into the air, but it was only a cloth. Dow snatched it out of the darkness and started winding it around his cut hand. ‘Guess it’s a bit late to clean ’em now, eh?”

“The runes say …’ Whirrun squinted down like he was trying to pick out something a long way off. ‘There’s going to be blood.’

Wonderful snorted. ‘They always say that.’

‘Aye.’ Whirrun wrapped himself in his coat, nuzzled up against the hilt of his sword like a lover, eyes already shut. ‘But lately they’re right more often than not.”

“Don’t be dramatic, Helena, I have done no such thing,” Vonvalt said. He pointed his sword at the man’s chest. “Look: he is still breathing.”

“Nema’s tits, what have I got myself into?” I asked the air."

“You have confessed to the crimes of murder,” Vonvalt said, implacable. “By His Most Excellent Majesty the Emperor Kzosic IV, I, Justice Sir Konrad Vonvalt, adjudge you guilty and sentence you to die by beheading.”

“Harrow, I can’t keep my promise, because the entire point of me is you. You get that, right? That’s what cavaliers sign up for. There is no me without you. One flesh, one end.”

“I have come back home to kill the Emperor and burn his Houses. And Gideon the Ninth…”
She walked toward Gideon, and she raised her sword. She smiled.
“This begins with you.”

"Whatever happened to one flesh, one end?”

“Have you two been paired a very long time?”

She still didn’t understand what she was meant to do or think or say: what duty really meant, between a cavalier and a necromancer, between a necromancer and a cavalier.

“It feels like forever,” she said honestly.
Gideon slipped her dark-tinted glasses out of her pocket and slid them on, and she felt better for it. “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Yes, tomorrow morning after at least eight hours’ sleep,” Gideon suggested without hope.

“An admirable attempt at comedy in these trying times,” said Harrowhark. “Let’s go.”

“Harrow sprinted to kneel alongside the tangle of wet laundry at the bottom of the ladder.
It wasn’t wet laundry. It was two people”

Act 3 time baby

This book is delusional

“Gideon had always known that this would be how she went: gangbanged to death by skeletons. ”

“At least he had returned to her before the end. At least they would face it together…”

“Mischief is a gateway to damnation, Conall,” she said. There was a smile on her face that didn’t reach her eyes. “Saphenodon teaches us that only by putting aside mischievous things can we protect ourselves from the path to wickedness. For even the most innocent child—”

“By all means fucking shoot me,” Conall said. “But please, spare me the sermon.”.

“The huge Titanguard raised an eyebrow on his wide, ugly face. “I never thought I’d say this, but where the fuck were you when we needed you?”

Part 2 now 😏