abercrombie
Bang! The end of his little finger, now, and three more pieces of the rest. His middle finger was down to the knuckle, almost. Everard stared, his eyes with horror, his breath coming short, fast gasps. Shock, amazement, stunned terror. Gloria leaned down to his ear. 'I hope you weren't planning to take up the violin, Everard. You'll be lucky if you can play a fucking gong by the time we're done here.
— Joe Abercrombie
The Inquisitor waited for silence. "Do you believe in anything?"" Not if I can help it. Belief alone is nothing to be proud of, Inquisitor. Belief without evidence is the very hallmark of the savage.
— Joe Abercrombie
The man is a monster. The worst I have ever seen, in fact, since I last looked in the mirror. The truth? I am rotting too. I am buried alive, and already rotting. If I was not such a coward I would kill myself, but I am, and so I must content myself with killing others in the hope that one day, if I can only wade deep enough in blood, I will come out clean.
— Joe Abercrombie
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