One act presses upon another, on a path we have no choice but to follow, and each time there are reasons. We do what we must, we do what we are told, we do what is easiest. What else can we do but solve one sordid problem at a time? Then we look up and find.. This.
Luck is a woman. She's drawn to those that least deserve her.
Hurray', shouted Glokta. 'Porridge again!'He looked over at the motionless Practical. 'Porridge and honey, better than money, everything's funny, with porridge and honey!
My name is Nicomo Cosca, famed solider of fortune, and I am here for dinner.