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"Self-loathing is the natural state for humanity. We know there is something wrong with us. We are at war with ourselves, and it’s a war we

"Self-loathing is the natural state for humanity. We know there is something wrong with us. We are at war with ourselves, and it’s a war we are doomed to lose."

“Sometimes you don’t talk like the kind of man who slams another man’s head against the floor until his skull breaks.”

"I love that moment when you see it in their eyes, the dawning understanding that you have absolutely and utterly rutted their lives. It is the most delicious meal you will ever taste. And the more complete the betrayal, the better the flavour."

"Poets and story tellers always went on about how terrible that first kill was, how it haunted people. Bedeckt laughed every time he heard that. Such utter shite. Murder was nothing."

“Am I a monster?”
“If you are.

“Am I a monster?”
“If you are. I am too,”

"Every night he's looking for the eye behind the flintlock."

“You missed the morning’s festivities,” Bo said to Adamat. “You call torturing a man ‘festivities’?” Adamat asked. “I’m not a good person,” Bo said.”

“Let the Kez come,” Tamas roared. “Let them send their greatest generals after us. Let them stack the odds against us. Let them come upon us with all their fury, because these hounds at our heels will soon know we are lions!”

'If your heart beats like a drum and

'If your heart beats like a drum and your leg's a little wet, it's 'cause the Reaper's come to collect a little debt.'

“You're a sinister little shit, aren't you?" Victra asks.
"I'm Gold, bitch. What'd you expect? Warm milk and cookies just because I'm pocket sized?”

"Like a sheep invited to a banquet in his honor thrown by wolves.”

"A sane man is simply a man afraid to unleash his inner demons."

"A sane man is simply a man afraid to unleash his inner demons."

"My mirror never shows me what I want to see. I can’t possibly be that fat and ugly!"

"Their malnourished bodies reminded Gehirn of sticks and dry tinder and she resisted the urge to burn them where they stood"

“Always best to start with violence and attempt communication second. People reacted more favorably when they knew you would snuff a few lives to get what you wanted... or for no reason whatsoever.”

“I am beyond redemption.”

‘I’m coming for y

‘I’m coming for you, Lykos,’ Maquin bellowed through cupped hands, ‘and neither demons from the Otherworld nor flesh and blood will stop me.’

‘This day,’ he cried, shouting now, ‘we will live or die, but whatever the outcome, this will still be the day we avenge ourselves for those we’ve lost, the day we right the wrongs done to us, or die in the trying. It will be a dark day, a bloody day, a proud day, for this is the day of our wrath.’ ‘WRATH,’ the cry went up, ringing and echoing through the branches. ‘WRATH.’

‘Yes. So don’t go getting carried away and running off to stab people.’ ‘This is a day for stabbing people.’

‘The enemy of my enemy,’ Corban shrugged, remembering Balur had said those same words to him in Murias. ‘That’s no answer,’ Ildaer rumbled. ‘What do you fight for, if not Elyon?’ ‘For my kin and loved ones. So that we will not be enslaved or murdered. I’ve seen the Kadoshim, seen only a brief glimpse of what they would do, and it is terrible. I fight against that. I fight for my freedom.’

The warrior’s face filled her mind, beaten and scarred. Proud. Fierce.

In half a dozen strokes of his sword four men were dead or bleeding out on the floor. Maquin screamed wordless joy as the battle-rage took him and he strode through them like death itself, parrying, chopping, stabbing. He left one of his swords stuck in an enemy’s spine, drew a knife and fought on .

You are precious to me,’ she finished, her courage fading at the last, her eyes dropping away. A silence settled on them. The chattering of the stream, the sounds of Veradis’ warband making ready for their expedition, all faded around her. Maquin moved, suddenly close to her, a handspan between them, and her heart was racing. He leaned closer and kissed her lips, a soft caress. ‘I came back from death for you,’ he said, his voice a whispered tremor. ‘For me it was always forever, however long that may be. And those words you just spoke, they are the greatest gift I’ve ever been given. They are written upon my heart and soul.’ ‘Then let me give you another gift,’ she said, smiling, her heart soaring, grabbing his leather jerkin

'Nathair considered his allies. A drunken pirate. A demon-possessed attraction to flies and a half-burned Kadoshim. How have I sunk so low?'

'Brina, are you sober?’ ‘What?’ ‘You don’t usually appear to like anyone, is all.’ ‘I like Storm,’ Brina said and poked him with a bony finger. ‘Make the most of it,’ she added, ‘I doubt it’ll last.’

"And so it goes, thought Clay. Life was funny, and fickle, and often cruel. Sometimes the unworthy went on living, while those who deserved

"And so it goes, thought Clay. Life was funny, and fickle, and often cruel. Sometimes the unworthy went on living, while those who deserved better were lost."

"What Clay mistook for the mating cry of some forest creature turned out to be Moog’s quiet cackle."

'Two for vengeance. One for

'Two for vengeance. One for love.’

"Corban, I’m scared," Cywen said. He gripped her hand and squeezed. "So am I,"
he replied.

‘It is a serious thing,’ Laith said, ‘taking a life. A sad thing, I think, though better to take another’s than to lose your own. Many of my kin consider the thorns a badge of honour. I suppose it is that as well.’ ‘It is,’ Cywen said. ‘But something can be many things, or can mean many things, not just be confined to the one. Like us.’ Laith looked at her intently

‘What would you like in return?’ Coralen asked her. ‘A trade.’ ‘Teach me how to use that,’ Cywen said, pointing to Coralen’s sword. ‘All right then,’ Coralen said and held her arm out. They gripped and shook forearms. I like her a bit more, already.

'In the Pit I was called old wolf, the only name I've gone by for a good long while. I am a trained killer. Have become that which I hate

"The Age of Kings is dead . . . and I have killed it."

"The Age of Kings is dead . . . and I have killed it."

"He had to do it the old fashioned way. One bullet at a time. No, he realized. He was Taniel Two-Shot. He'd take two at once."

"You the toughest one here?"
"Huh?" Fesnik seemed taken aback by this.
"Simple question," Taniel said. "Are you the toughest, fatherstabbing, goat-raping, inbred son of a whore in this place?"

❝I only steal because it’s heaps of fucking fun!❞

❝I only steal because it’s heaps of fucking fun!❞

“Hard lessons were handed out. As many men learned to their sorrow, it’s impossible to be intimidating when one angry woman has your cock between her teeth and another is holding a stiletto to your kidneys.”

“Haven’t you ever heard that one before? Your Capa Barsavi, he’s not from Camorr, originally. Taught at the Therin Collegium. So, when he drags someone in for a talking-to, that’s ‘etiquette lessons.’ And when he ties them up and makes them talk, that’s ‘singing lessons.’ And when he cuts their throats and throws them in the bay for the sharks…”
“Oh,” said Jean, “I guess that’d be teeth lessons. I get it.”

“A manifestation straight from the ass of a magnificent liar,”

“… and this is the card you picked. The six of spires,” said Calo, holding up a card and displaying it for the entrance-hall guards.
“Fuck me,” said one of them, “that’s sorcery.” “Nah, it’s just the old Sanza touch.”

“Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat

“Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat.”

“Too many regrets. Lost chances—and with each one passing the less human we all became, and the deeper into the nightmare of power we all sank.”

“High house shadow, and a knife in the dark. A new game's begun, or the old one's just turned.”

“Toc the Younger, last representative of the Claw on Genabackis, one-eyed and half his face scarred by fire.”

“Anomander Rake, Lord of the Tiste Andii, who are the souls of Starless Night. Rake, the Mane of Chaos.”

“Who’s the biggest, meanest motherfucker here? Who’s the best bruiser in the Brass Coves?”

“Who’s the biggest, meanest motherfucker here? Who’s the best bruiser in the Brass Coves?”

“Pretend I’m a barrel, then.”
“Barrels don’t have br—”
“So I’ve heard. Find the nerve, ___.”
“You want me to pretend that you’re a barrel so I can tell you what I was telling barrels back when I was pretending they were you.”
“Precisely.”

“Surely you boys can do simple sums,” he said. “One plus one equals don’t fuck with me.”