Silence!” Korbolo snapped. He eyed Duiker. “You are the historian who rode with Coltaine.”
The historian faced him. “I am.”
“You are a soldier.”
“As you say.”
“I do, and so you shall die with these soldiers, in a manner no different-“
“You mean to slaughter ten thousand unarmed men and women, Korbolo Dom?”
“I mean to cripple Tavore before she even sets foot on this continent. I mean to make her too furious to think. I mean to crack that façade so she dreams of vengeance day and night, poisoning her every decision.”
“You always fashioned yourself as the Empire’s harshest Fist, didn’t you, Korbolo Dom? As if cruelty’s a virtue…
History comforts the dull-witted,”” the young Malazan said.
Beneth barked a laugh as he reached the gate. “And whose words are those, Pella? Not yours.”
The guard’s brows rose, then shrugged. “I forget you’re Korelri sometimes, Beneth. Those words? Emperor Kellanved.
Well, the world can go fuck itself.
Steven EriksonThis ain't your fight,' he said to the distant creature. 'Fucking dragon.
Steven EriksonNo-one chooses me. I do not give anyone that right. I am Karsa Orlong of the Teblor. All choices belong to me.
Steven EriksonShe paused, cast her gaze to Tehol Beddict, and slowly frowned. ‘You are rather shy for an emperor,’ she observed.
Tehol refuted that with the brightest smile, and it transformed him, and suddenly Lostara forgot all about the man’s martial-looking brother.
Spirits of the sand, those eyes…
I am here to arrest your manservant. The one named Bugg.’
‘Oh, now really, his cooking isn’t that bad.
Among the Rhivi of North Genabackis, there was a saying. A man who stirs awake the serpent is a man without fear. A man without fear has forgotten the rules of life.
Silanah heard their songs and prayers.
And she watched.
Sometimes mortals did indeed forget. Sometimes, mortals needed… reminding.
High house shadow, and a knife in the dark. A new game's begun, or the old one's just turned.
Steven EriksonTags: malazan
I admit,’ said Spite, ‘to a certain melancholy when visiting vibrant cities, as is this Darujhistan. A long life teaches one just how ephemeral is such thriving glory. Why, I have come again upon cities I knew well in the age of their greatness, only to find crumbled walls, dust and desolation.’
Cutter bared his teeth and said, ‘Darujhistan has stood for two thousand years and it will stand for another two thousand-even longer.’
Spite nodded. ’Precisely.
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