“The hero's light sprang from his forehead, long and thick as a warrior's whetstone, long as a prow, and he clattered with rage as he wielded the shields, urging his charioteer on and raining stones on the massed army. Then… — Ciarán Carson Copy Share Image
“Where d'you get the knife?" He wished he had one. "He gave it to me." There was a crumpled shape in the shadows by the wall, the matting all around soaked with dark blood. "This way.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
