Chris Eddins

“My old friend. Why didn't you tell me? Damn but it's good to have you back."

"Are you sure?" Cosca ran him through smoothly through the chest with Rigrat's sword right up to the polished hilt.

Andiche's eyes bulged, his mouth dropped open, he dragged in a great long wheeze. His pockmarked face twisted trying to scream, but all that came out was a gentle cough.

"You think a man can turn on me, betray me, give my chair to another for a few pieces of silver then smile and be my friend? You mistake me Andiche, fatally. I may make men laugh, but I'm no clown.”
― Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold

“The memories of our glories fade,” he whispered, “and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard’s lies. The failures, the disappointments, the regrets, they stay raw as the moments they happened. A pretty girl’s smile, never acted on. A petty wrong we let another take the blame for. A nameless shoulder that knocked us in a crowd and left us stewing for days, for months. Forever.” He curled his lip. “This is the stuff the past is made of. The wretched moments that make us what we are.” Friendly”
― Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold

“He frowned at the distorted reflection of his wasted face in the bubbly glass of the water bottle. ‘The memories of our glories fade,’ he whispered, ‘and rot away into half-assed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard’s lies. The failures, the disappointment, the regrets, they stay as raw as the moments they happened. A pretty girl’s smile, never acted on. A petty wrong we let another take the blame for. A nameless shoulder that knocked us in a crowd that left us stewing for days, for months, forever.’ He curled his lip. ‘This is the stuff the past is made of. The wretched moments that make us who we are.’” - Nicomo Cosca, Best Served Cold by Joe Abercrombie”
― Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold

“There were two brothers, Truth and Lie. One day they get to playing, throwing cutlasses up into the air. Them cutlasses come down and fast as can be-swish!-chop each of their faces clean off! Truth bed down, searching for his face. But with no eyes, he can't see. Lie, he sneaky. He snatch up Truth's face and run off! Zip! Now Lie go around wearing Truth's face, fooling everybody he meet.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout