The First Law × Notre Dame de Paris
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The First Law × Notre Dame de Paris
"And run my fingers through the hair of — "
Have some merry brotherhood of my favorite torturers
The First Law + Parallel
└ Ferro Maljinn vs. Monzcarro “Monza” Murcatto
There were tears in her eyes. Actual tears. He would hardly have believed until that moment that she could cry.
☞The First Law Characters / Ferro Maljinn
Liar or not, he had kept his word to her, in the end. He had given her the means of vengeance. Now she would take it. Ferro stole through the silent ruins of the city, quiet and quick as a night breeze. South, towards the docks. She would find a way. South, across the sea to Gurkhul, and then… The voices whispered to her. A thousand voices. They spoke of the gates that Euz closed, and of the seals that Euz put upon them. They begged her to open them. They told her to break them. They told her how, and they commanded her to do it. But Ferro only smiled. Let them speak. She had no masters.
-Last Argument of Kings, Joe Abercrombie
The First Law Trilogy + the first and the last pov
Ferro Maljinn: What Freedom Looks Like / The First Law The Dogman: Flathead / Good Men, Evil Men Collem West: The Good Man / The Wounded Jezal dan Luthar: Playing With Knives / Not What You Wanted Sand dan Glokta: Questions / Loose Ends Logen Ninefingers: The End / The Beginning
☞The First Law Characters / Monzcarro “Monza” Murcatto
“You look especially beautiful this morning, Monza. Your hair is like to a veil of shimmering sable. Your eyes gleam like piercing sapphires, beyond price. Lips like rose petals. That jewel I bought looks wonderful well on you. You’re a dream. A vision. You look like the very Goddess of War.”
-Best Served Cold, Joe Abercrombie