I usually have trouble with books in which outright stated facts are proven to be lies, but I found that I didn't mind the trickery in this novel of assassins, sorcerers, and conspiracy.
(Heads-up that this novel does not pass the Bechdel test, if that's an issue for you.)
'“Do you know what punishments I've endured for my crimes, my sins? None. I am proof of the absurdity of men's most treasured abstractions. A just universe wouldn't tolerate my existence.”'