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[–] [email protected] 1 points 1 year ago (1 children)

‘It is a flaw,’ he continued, ‘to view mortals and gods as if they were on opposite sides. A flaw. An error most fundamental. Because then, when the blade comes down, why, they are for ever lost to each other. Now, does she understand? Possibly, but if so, then she terrifies me—for such wisdom seems almost . . . inhuman.’ He shook himself and leaned back, withdrawing his arms from the sand.

She stared, curious and wondering at the weapons he held—only to find he held none. And that his hands, the hue of rust, gleamed as if polished.

He held them up. ‘Expected green, did you? Green jade, yes, and glowing. But not this time, not for this, oh no. Are they ready? Ready to grasp that most deadly weapon? I think not.’

And down went those hands, plunging into the sands once more.

Malazan, book 9. Making slow progress -- keep being distracted by vide games ;)

[–] [email protected] 1 points 1 year ago

book 9

You're almost there! I love the shit out of Malazan. It's easily my favorite fantasy series of the past thirty years. Heboric is an interesting character.