Caught in one feud too many, he’s on the verge of becoming a dead barbarian – leaving nothing behind him but bad songs, dead friends, and a lot of happy enemies. Logen Ninefingers, infamous barbarian, has finally run out of luck. Let’s meet our characters as described from the synopsis: It’s a masterful achievement of a first published work, and taking it in as a trilogy, it’s setup is perfect. To note, The Blade Itself was Abercrombie’s first published novel, cutting slack where it’s due. With a fast paced start and interesting character development, I found myself dragging in some of the world building. Following several point-of-view characters, we start to fill in what’s going on in this harsh world. The first book in this trilogy sets up the story for the rest of the series with the tease of action and twists always on your fingertips. It follows me now, always, like my shadow, and like my shadow I can never be free of it. The Bloody-Nine they call me, my enemies, and there’s a lot of ’em. “There are few men with more blood on their hands than me. “He looked down at his hands, pink and clean on the stone. Not trusting certain Wizards who have interesting and frightening magic, and a treasure of truly laugh-out-loud humor of the darkest kind. With complex characters, heroes and villains alike and rooting for both at the same time. I didn’t expect the ups and downs, twists and turns of a wonderfully fleshed out and fantastic series of books. I stumbled across The Blade Itself, book one of The First Law Trilogy, and from the opening chapter – with The Bloody Nine sprinting through a thick northern forest from a terrifying animal called a Shanka, his only friends thought dead, eaten, and back to the mud and himself just barely escaping the jaws of death, literally shaking the horrific animal off his leg from a cliff just before he too plunged into the icy river below – I knew I’d be in for a ride. With this attitude I was looking for something a little more gritty for my wintry spring books.
Wet, muddy, and I swear I could smell death faintly in the musky earth as I was walking in the slop. It was raining in December, and the mood for the entirety of the city seemed dour.
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