First Law Trilogy Boxed Set The Blade Itself, Before They Are Hanged, Last Argument of Kings
Joe Abercrombie
Language: English
Pages: 1008
ISBN: 0575092963
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
THE FIRST LAW trilogy is a fantasy masterpiece, now available in a stunning box set. It's a perfect gift for fans of A GAME OF THRONES; a must-have for fans of Joe Abercrombie; and a great way for new readers to discover one of the most highly acclaimed fantasy trilogies of the past decade.
riddling bastard!’ Silence, but for the splashing of rain, the trickling of water, the rustling of wind in the hangings about the window. A stroke of lightning threw sudden light into every corner. The carpet was empty. Yulwei was gone. The Gurkish host came slowly forward in five enormous blocks, two in front, three behind, covering the whole neck of land from sea to sea. They moved together in perfect formation to the deep thumping of great drums, rank upon rigid rank, the sound of their
was unharmed.’ He nodded at the cart. ‘That is why Kanedias made the box, and that is why we have it with us now. To protect us. None of us are safe. Except for you.’ ‘Why me?’ ‘Did you never wonder why you are not as others are? Why you see no colours? Why you feel no pain? You are what Juvens was, and Kanedias. You are what Glustrod was. You are what Euz himself was, if it comes to that.’ ‘Devil-blood,’ murmured Quai. ‘Blessed and cursed.’ Ferro glowered at him. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You
a meagre way towards hiding his disfigurement, at least. He pulled on the clothes that had been left for him. A fusty-smelling shirt and breeches of an ancient and absurdly unfashionable design. He almost laughed at his ill-formed reflection when he was finally prepared for dinner. The carefree denizens of the Agriont would hardly have recognised him. He hardly recognised himself. The evening repast was not all that Jezal might have hoped for at the table of an important historical figure. The
sauntered off down the corridor. ‘One Knight of the Body, coming right up.’ Holding the Line ‘Did you sleep?’ asked Pike, scratching at the less burned side of his ruined face. D ‘No. You?’ The convict turned Sergeant shook his head. ‘Not for days,’ murmured Jalenhorm, wistfully. He shaded his eyes with a hand and squinted up towards the northern ridge, a ragged outline of trees under the iron grey sky. ‘Poulder’s division already set off through the woods?’ ‘Before first light,’ said
blunder. Somehow, everyone had mistaken him for a king, when he was very clearly a selfish, clueless idiot who had scarcely in his life thought more than a day ahead. Every time someone called him, ‘your Majesty’ he felt more of a fraud, and with each moment that passed he was more guiltily surprised not to have been found out. He wandered across the perfect lawn, giving vent to a long, self-pitying sigh. It caught in his throat. There was a Knight of the Body beside a doorway opposite, standing