





“Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers,” Ferro muttered, returning to her blade. “Say he’s a fool who asks questions with obvious answers.”
Ferro stopped sharpening. “Whose face?” joe abercrombie the first law trilogy
But he said it with a sliver of respect. In the Circle of the World, that was as close to love as you ever got. “Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers,” Ferro muttered,
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. “Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers