By Steven Erikson
In Northern Genabackis, a raiding celebration of savage tribal warriors descends from the mountains into the southern flatlands. Their purpose is to wreak havoc among the despised lowlanders, yet for the only named Karsa Orlong it marks the start of what's going to end up to be a unprecedented destiny.
a few years later, it's the aftermath of the Chain of canines. Tavore, the Adjunct to the Empress, has arrived within the final closing Malazan stronghold of 7 towns. New to command, she needs to hone twelve thousand infantrymen, regularly uncooked recruits yet for a handful of veterans of Coltaine's mythical march, right into a strength in a position to demanding the massed hordes of Sha'ik's Whirlwind who lie in wait within the middle of the Holy Desert.
But ready is rarely effortless. The seer's warlords are locked right into a strength fight that threatens the very soul of the uprising, whereas Sha'ik herself suffers, haunted by way of the data of her nemesis: her personal sister, Tavore.
And so starts this notable new bankruptcy in Steven Erikson's acclaimed Malazan publication of the Fallen . . .
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Torvald sighed. ‘I imagine you're correct. ’ He had wrapped his sword’s tang in spare leather-based strapping taken from the pack—a transitority and never solely winning attempt to make the weapon precious. The Daru now slid the scimitar from its cracked wood scabbard. on the a ways finish of the road, past the big constructions, horsemen now seemed. A dozen, then , then 3. They have been lined from head to toe in unfastened, darkish blue garments, their faces hidden in the back of scarves. brief, recurved bows, arrows nocked, have been proficient on Karsa and Torvald. Horse hoofs from at the back of made them flip, to work out a ranking extra riders coming during the archway, a few with bows, others with lances. Karsa scowled. ‘How potent are these tiny bows? ’ he requested the Daru beside him. ‘Sufficient to punch arrows via chain,’ Torvald spoke back, decreasing his sword. ‘And we’re donning no armour at least. ’ A yr in the past and Karsa could have attacked none the fewer. Now, he easily reslung his bloodsword. The riders at the back of them closed, then dismounted. a host approached with chains and shackles. ‘Beru fend,’ Torvald muttered, ‘not back. ’ Karsa shrugged. Neither resisted because the shackles have been equipped onto their wrists and ankles. there has been a few hassle in facing the Teblor during this matter—when the shackles clicked into position, they have been so tight as to chop off the blood stream to Karsa’s arms and toes. Torvald, gazing, acknowledged in Malazan, ‘Those might want to be replaced, lest he lose his appendages—’ ‘Hardly a consideration,’ acknowledged a well-known voice from the doorway to 1 of the bigger structures. Silgar, trailed through Damisk, emerged onto the dusty road. ‘You will certainly lose your palms and toes, Karsa Orlong, which should still successfully placed an finish to the danger you pose. in fact, that would do a lot to decrease your price as a slave, yet i'm ready to simply accept the loss. ’ ‘Is this the way you pay off saving your depressing lives? ’ Torvald demanded. ‘Why, definite, it truly is. compensation. For the lack of such a lot of my males. For the arrest via the Malazans. For numerous different outrages which I won’t trouble directory, in view that those expensive Arak tribesmen are relatively faraway from domestic, and, provided that they’re a little lower than welcome during this territory, they're impatient to go away. ’ Karsa may perhaps now not suppose his fingers and ft. As one of many Arak tribesmen driven him ahead he stumbled, then fell to his knees. A thick knout cracked into the facet of his head. surprising rage gripped the Teblor. He lashed out his correct arm, ripping the chain from an Arak’s fingers, and swung it complete into the face of his attacker. the guy screamed. The others closed in then, wielding their knouts—clubs made of black, braided hair—until Karsa fell mindless to the floor. whilst he eventually regained awareness, it used to be nightfall. He were tied to a couple kind of travois, which was once within the means of being unhitched from a educate of long-legged, lean horses. Karsa’s face used to be a mass of bruises, his eyes virtually swollen close, his tongue and the interior of his mouth lower and nicked via his personal enamel.