There are few men with more blood on their hands than me. None, that I know of. The Bloody-Nine they call me, my enemies, and there’s a lot of ’em. Always more enemies, and fewer friends. Blood gets you nothing… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“I’ve fought in three campaigns,” he began. “In seven pitched battles. In countless raids and skirmishes and desperate defences, and bloody actions of every kind. I’ve fought in the driving snow, the blasting wind, the middle of the night. I’ve… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“She shrugged. “I fell. I’m a clumsy fool.” “I know how you feel. I’m such a fool I knocked half my teeth out and… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Things aren't what they used to be' is the rallying cry of small minds. When men say things used to be better, they invariably… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Mercy and weakness are the same thing in war, and there's no prize for nice behavior.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“The lowly have small ambitions, and are satisfied with small indulgences. They need not get fair treatment. They need only think that they do... ” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“What do the dice say?" Dice say nothing. They are dice." Why roll'em, then?" They are dice. What else would I do with them?” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“That was the difference between a hero and a villain, a soldier and a murderer, a victory and a crime. Which side of a… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Nostalgia was becoming a favoured hobby of his. Strange, how the best moments of our lives we scarcely notice except in looking back.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“The only difference between war and murder is the number of dead.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud. — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Knives,’ muttered Calder, ‘and threats, and bribes, and war?’ Bayaz’ eyes shone with the lamplight. ‘Yes?’ ‘What kind of a fucking wizard are you?’… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Straining and straining, getting nowhere, but unable to stop pushing in case the rock should fall and crush him. Meanwhile, arrogant bastards who were… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
