Joe Abercrombie The First Law Trilogy 🎯

Out of the treeline came a man. Tall, cloaked, rain-slick. He walked like he owned the mud and everyone in it.

The mud had a name, but Logen Ninefingers couldn’t remember it. Didn’t matter. Mud was mud. It sucked at his boots, it splattered his coat, and if you fell in it face-first, it drowned you just the same as any other.

“I overtook you. There’s a difference. You move like a glacier with a grudge.” Glokta lowered himself onto a rock with a symphony of grunts. “The Arch Lector sends his regards. And a message. The Seed isn’t in the tomb. It never was. We’ve been chasing a ghost while the real prize walks into Adua wearing a different face.” joe abercrombie the first law trilogy

“Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers,” Ferro muttered, returning to her blade. “Say he’s a fool who asks questions with obvious answers.”

“You do.” Now she looked up. Her eyes were yellow slits, the color of old hatred. “Like a pig with a stone in its throat.” Out of the treeline came a man

Glokta’s eyes glittered. “Yours, if you’re not careful. Now eat your rabbit. We leave in an hour. The First of the Magi is tired of waiting, and when wizards get impatient, men get dead.”

He had nine names for the dead. His dead. The ones he’d put in the ground with his own two hands—or with the help of the other bastard who lived inside him, the one who whispered still alive, still alive when the blood ran hot. He tried not to think about that one. Thinking gave it teeth. The mud had a name, but Logen Ninefingers

The Debt of a Failed Knife