Joe Abercrombie The First Law Trilogy May 2026

The mud had a name, but Logen Ninefingers couldn’t remember it. Didn’t matter. Mud was mud. It sucked at his boots, it splattered his coat, and if you fell in it face-first, it drowned you just the same as any other.

Logen’s hand went to the Maker’s sword. The grip was cold. It always was. Ferro was already on her feet, knife reversed, a whisper of movement where there’d been a statue a heartbeat before. joe abercrombie the first law trilogy

Glokta’s eyes glittered. “Yours, if you’re not careful. Now eat your rabbit. We leave in an hour. The First of the Magi is tired of waiting, and when wizards get impatient, men get dead.” The mud had a name, but Logen Ninefingers