“I’m admiring,” said Logen. “There’s a difference.”
“I overtook you. There’s a difference. You move like a glacier with a grudge.” Glokta lowered himself onto a rock with a symphony of grunts. “The Arch Lector sends his regards. And a message. The Seed isn’t in the tomb. It never was. We’ve been chasing a ghost while the real prize walks into Adua wearing a different face.” joe abercrombie the first law trilogy
But he said it with a sliver of respect. In the Circle of the World, that was as close to love as you ever got. “I’m admiring,” said Logen
Logen stared into the fire. The flames flickered, and for just a moment, he saw a face in them. Bethod’s. Or the Bloody-Nine’s. Hard to tell the difference anymore. and for just a moment