When a man you know to be of sound mind tells you his recently deceased mother has just tried to climb in his bedroom window and eat him, you only have two basic options. You can smell his breath, take his pulse, and check his pupils to see if he’s ingested anything nasty, or you can believe him. Ringil had already tried the first course of action with Bashka the Schoolmaster and to no avail, so he put down his pint with an elaborate sigh and went to get his broadsword.
--Richard K. Morgan, "The steel remains"
Я уже радовалась в твиттере, сейчас вам порадуюсь нарытой фэнтези: соу фар всё как обещано, и на Аберкромби похоже (хотя Джо, конечно, такой в мире один), и ultra violence, и куда уж darker & more realistic.