I took a deep breath, 'I took the nahlrout because I didn't want to faint. I needed to let them know they couldn't hurt me. I've learned that the best way to stay safe is to make your enemies think you can't be hurt.' It sounded ugly to say it so starkly, but it was the truth. I looked at him defiantly.

Dawn was coming. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.

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

Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finely played, to have at last her own true music made.

If you're an actor, you know people are going to recognize you in a restaurant. If you're a rock star, you know people are going to stop you on the street and ask you for your autograph. But as an author? That's not something I was ready for.

With slow care rather than stealth we must approach the subject of a certain woman. Her wildness is of such degree, I fear approaching her too quickly even in a story. Should I move recklessly, I might startle even the idea of her into sudden flight.

If I talk about what I'm good at, I seem like I'm a conceited egomaniac.