This book is bloody hilarious, it’s also very bloody. It reminds me of Karina at school, the vegetarian who would always tell us when we ate a hot dog about what was in it. Abercrombie’s book is full of gristle and bone and snouts and guts and squishy things and exploding things ( by the way this is book 2 of a series of three so don’t go buying the wrong one first.) You will come to know and love the line “say one thing about Logen Ninefingers, say that he’s…” like an old friend. I don’t think I’ve ever encountered such excellent use of a recurring line… You wait for it, you hear it, and then you laugh your ass off.
