Joe Abercrombie The First Law Trilogy May 2026

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

“I’m admiring,” said Logen. “There’s a difference.”

“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.” joe abercrombie the first law trilogy

A twig snapped in the dark.

Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.

“Admiring gets your throat cut while you sleep.”

“Better to do a thing,” he whispered to no one, “than to live with the fear of it.” “Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers,” Ferro muttered,

Ferro snorted. Glokta laughed—a wet, joyless sound.