By Steven Erikson
Within the huge dominion of 7 towns, within the Holy wasteland Raraku, the seer Sha'ik and her fans organize for the long-prophesied rebellion often called the Whirlwind. exceptional in dimension and savagery, this maelstrom of fanaticism and bloodlust will embroil the Malazan Empire in a single of the bloodiest conflicts it has ever recognized, shaping destinies and giving start to legends . . .
Set in a brilliantly discovered global ravaged via darkish, uncontrollable magic, this exciting novel of warfare, intrigue and betrayal confirms Steven Eirkson as a storyteller of breathtaking ability, mind's eye and originality--a new grasp of epic myth.
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I suppose you could call them ugly, if you dislike that type," he concluded grudgingly. " Then she thought of something else. "You're no more human than I am. " "I don't. " "Well, when I emulate the human form there are codes of conduct to be observed, or the emulation is imperfect. " She fuzzed, and reappeared as a female gargoyle, horrendously ugly. " He studied her. "I wish you were real. " "Ha! You mean I can tempt you in this form, and endlessly frustrate you? " "Let's be on our way," he said shortly.
It did occur to him, however, that such creatures must be very good at feeding their babies. Naia led him to the far bank. He couldn't bound very well underwater, but he made sufficient progress by slowly flapping his wings instead. He climbed out, shook his body and wings dry, and turned back to thank her, but she was gone. The surface of the moat was rippling as the storm eased; the fish were already into their playoffs. He bounded to the inner side of the drawbridge, and to the castle gate. It opened as he got there, admitting him.
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