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That same question came into his head, over and over, and he still had no
answer.

Why do I do this?
Why?

. “I and a few brave companions chosen people, you understand, people of quality—are engaging on a great journey! An epic voyage! A grand adventure! I have little doubt that, should we be successful, there will be stories told of this for years to come. Very many years.”

"I know you think I’m an ass and, well, I daresay I am, but I don’t plan always to be one. I don’t know why you even look at me, and I don’t know much about this sort of thing but, well… I think about you all the time. I hardly think about anything else any more.”

“Any fight against Bethod is my fight now. I mean to see the end of
him.” Once he’d thought on it, the Dogman had never yet seen Threetrees
change his mind. Never once. “Who’s with me?” he asked.

They all were. Course.

“I am not going with you, old pink fool.”

“Why? What other business have you which is so very pressing?”

That needed no thinking about. “Vengeance.” Her favourite word.



me when i'm Batman
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Pray your indulgence, at our story’s end, our humble purpose was not to offend.

“My fucking old arse it wasn’t,” hissed Bayaz through gritted teeth,
while fixing a grin and clapping enthusiastically

His pasty pale fingers twitched on his crimson silk mantle like white slugs. His eyes were closed, chest rising and falling gently, accompanied by gentle splutterings as spittle issued from his slack lips and ran down his chin, joining the sweat on his bulging jowls and helping it to turn his high collar dark with wet.
Truly, Jezal was in the presence of greatness

“And this is the Inquisition? I had no idea the circus was in town. I wonder if they stand on each other’s shoulders? Or jump through flaming hoops?

‘A remarkably diverse selection,’ said Glokta.”

‘Do you smell that? Do you smell that, Master Ninefingers? It smells like...’ he rubbed his thumbs and fingertips together as he strode along, searching for the words ‘…mystery! Adventure!’

It smelled like shit to Logen.

“Malacus, what’s an Eater?”
Quai’s head snapped round to look at Logen, his face a picture of horror.
“It’s forbidden,” he whispered, “to eat the flesh of men…”