It’s not over if you’re still here,” Chronicler said. “It’s not a tragedy if you’re still alive.

I'm not a role model. I'm an aberation. A statistical anomoly. Following in my footsteps is about the dumbest thing you could ever do.

All stories are true," Skarpi said. "But this one really happened, if that's what you mean.

A tree doesn't make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lightning's going to strike.

Half a King is my favorite book by Joe Abercrombie so far, and that's saying something.

There can be many opinions on a thing, but there is only one truth." Vashet smiled lazily. "And if the pursuit of the truth was my goal, that would concern me." She gave a long yawn, stretching like a happy cat. "Instead I will focus on the joy in my heart, [...}

My granda always told me that fall's the time to root up something you don't want coming back to trouble you.' Kote mimicked the quaver of an old man's voice. 'Things are too full of life in the spring months. In the summer, they're too strong and won't let go. Autumn...' He looked around at the changing leaves on the trees. 'Autumn's the time. In autumn everything is tired and ready to die.