#laok

‘We must work together. This is not a competition, gentlemen.’ The two generals immediately competed with each other to be the one to agree most.

Glokta limped up beside him, boots squelshing, wincing and breathing hard, sweat trickling down his back. ‘Well, Morrow, you know just how to make a girl feel special, I’ll give you that.’

Damn treacherous jelly!

Jezal sat in a haze of awkwardness, in a dreamlike silence, startling from time to time like a sick rabbit as a powdered footman blindsided him with vegetables.

one of those messengers with a helmet like an angry chicken

'Parleys,' growled the First of the Magi, slowly shaking his head. 'What are they but an excuse for old fools who love to hear their own voices to prattle about fair treatment before they start on the butchery?'

'I suppose on the subject of old fools who love to hear their own voices, you are the absolute expert.' That was what Jezal thought but he kept it to himself,

‘Why don’t you piss off and see if you can fit the moon up your arse.’

An optimistic handful who thought the Gurkish siege would be another passing fad – like a rain storm or short trousers.