In the vast dominion of Seven Cities, in the Holy Desert Raraku, the seer Sha'ik and her followers prepare for the long-prophesied uprising known as the Whirlwind. Unprecedented in size and savagery, this maelstrom of fanaticism and bloodlust will embroil the Malazan Empire in one of the... read more
Seven Cities unleashes a bloody rebellion known as the Whirlwind. Most of Seven Cities falls into chaos as the local tribes and warriors, banded together under the leadership of Sha'ik, force the Malazans into flight. The 7th Army is forced to march from Hissar with some 12,000 warriors... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“Children are dying." Lull nodded. "That's a succinct summary of humankind, I'd say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words.”
“That’s a succinct summary of humankind, I’d say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words.Highlighted by 19 Kindle customers
We are all lone souls. It pays to know humility, lest the delusion of control, of mastery, overwhelms. And indeed, we seem a species prone to that delusion, again and ever again…Highlighted by 18 Kindle customers
Nastiness grows like a cancer in any and every organization—human or otherwise, as you well know. And nastiness gets nastier. Whatever evil you let ride becomes commonplace, eventually. Problem is, it’s easier to get used to it than carve it out.”Highlighted by 16 Kindle customers
All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.”Highlighted by 15 Kindle customers
Why do the survivors remain anonymous—as if cursed—while the dead are revered? Why do we cling to what we lose while we ignore what we still hold? Name none of the fallen, for they stood in our place, and stand there still in each moment of our lives. Let my death hold no glory, and let me die forgotten and unknown. Let it not be said that I was one among the dead to accuse the living.Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
Indolence takes many forms, but it comes to every civilization that has outlived its will.Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
It’s the ignorant who find a cause and cling to it, for within that is the illusion of significance. Faith, a king, queen or Emperor, or vengeance…all the bastion of fools.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
We do naught but scratch the world, frail and fraught. Every vast drama of civilizations, of peoples with their certainties and gestures, means nothing, affects nothing. Life crawls on, ever on.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
“Pogroms need no reason, sir, none that can weather challenge, in any case. Difference in kind is the first recognition, the only one needed, in fact. Land, domination, pre-emptive attacks—all just excuses, mundane justifications that do nothing but disguise the simple distinction. They are not us. We are not them.”Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
The historian, now witness, stumbling in the illusion that he will survive. Long enough to set the details down on parchment in the frail belief that truth is a worthwhile cause. That the tale will become a lesson heeded. Frail belief? Outright lie, a delusion of the worst sort. The lesson of history is that no one learns.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Preceded by Gardens of the Moon, and followed by Memories of Ice.
Preceded by Gardens of the Moon, and followed by Im Bann der Wüste.
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