#caul shivers

[xillionart]

Finally all my postcards arrived safely to my friends, so I can post them up! From top to bottom, left to right:

Grushenka & Katya | Vin & Kelsier

Monza & Shivers | Glokta & Ardee

Havertz & Felix | Neuer

Kaiser (plus Ness and Noa) | Faraj

ヽ(；▽；)ノ

[temporary-gentleman]

more awful people from The First Law 😌

[whentheynameyoujoy]

"A wise man once told me you have to be realistic."

— Caul Shivers, Best Served Cold

Logeeeeeeen!!!

[xserpx]

‘It’s a comfort, telling yourself there’s some big right thing out there. That you could seek some wise old bastard in the mountains who’s got the answer. Then there’d be no need for doubts and regrets.’ He looked sideways, sunlight glinting off his metal eye. ‘But far as I can tell it ain’t that simple. Right things, wrong things, well … it’s all a matter of where you stand. Every choice is good for some, bad for others. And once you’re chief, you can’t just do what’s good for you, or those you love. You have to find what’s best for most. Worst for fewest. Like your father tried to, and with no magic eye to see the outcome.’ He sat back, one leg stretched out, and looked towards the sea, breeze stirring the grey hair about his craggy face. ‘Doubts and regrets, they’re the cost of casting a shadow. The only folk without ’em are the dead. For what it’s worth, I’d say you did the best you could.’

— Caul Shivers, The Wisdom of Crowds by Joe Abercrombie

‘Then why does it hurt so much?’

‘Said you did your best. Didn’t say it wouldn’t hurt. One thing I can tell you …’ And he frowned down at that ring on his little finger. ‘Doing your worst feels no better.’

[elongatedthomas]

Get in loser, we're taking over the North.

[chloristoflora]

"The rest will be different. I'll see to it."

"Nice, clean murders? I doubt it. You set your mind to killing, it's hard to pick the number of the dead." Shivers slowly shook his head. "Morveer and his fucking like might be able to step away from it and smile, but I can't."

"So what?" She walked slowly to him, the way you might walk to a skittish horse, trying to stop it bolting with your eyes. "Back to the North with fifty scales for the journey? Grow your hair and go back to bad shirts and blood on the snow? I thought you had pride. I thought you wanted to be better than that."

"That's right. I wanted to be better."

"You can be. Stick. Who knows? Maybe you can save some lives, that way." She laid her left hand gently on his chest. "Steer me down the righteous path. Then you can be good and rich at once."

"I'm starting to doubt a man can be both."

"Help me. I have to do this... for my brother."

"You sure? The dead are past helping. Vengeance is for you."

"For me then!" She forced her voice to drop soft again. "There's nothing I can do to change your mind?"

His mouth twisted. "Going to toss me another five, are you?"

"I shouldn't have done that." She slid her hand up, traced the line of his jaw, trying to judge the right words, pitch the right bargain. "You didn't deserve it. I lost my brother, and he's all I had. I don't want to lose someone else..." She let it hang in the air.

Best Served Cold, by Joe Abercrombie

[firstlawincorrectquotes]

Shivers: Alcohol is cool, but have you ever had someone genuinely care about you?

Cosca:

Shivers: Me neither, pass the bottle.

[blacksummerfes]

给富婆抠一下怎么了？