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Your Malazan army is too late! Too late to save Capustan! The city is mine Your fellow soldiers are still a week away, reet all eneeneral I will bring you his cooked flesh, and we shall dine together, you and 1, once more

How much blood can one world shed? Have you ever wondered, Toc the Younger? Shall we see? Let us see, then You and I, and dear Mother here -- oh, is that horror I see in her eyes? Some sanity still resides in her rotted brain, it seems How unfortunate for her

And now, after a long absence, he returned once ainst the unhuh a transparent sheath The eyes burned, but not, this tilee

Deceit! They are not mortal beasts! How dare they assail ates! And now the T’lan Imass has vanished -- I can find him nowhere! Does he come as well?

So be it They shall not find you We journey, the three of us North, far beyond their reach I have prepared another nest for you two

The inconvenience

But Toc no longer heard him His ht, a painful glare shi from ice-clad mountains and valleys buried in rivers of snow In the sky, wheeling condors And then, far more immediate, there was sures running, screa the ravel road

The point of view -- eyes that saw through a red haze -- shifted, swung to one side A rey hound kept pace, shoulders at eye level to the arery The creature was driving towards a second set of gates, an arched portal at the base of a towering fortress None could stand before it, none could slow its momentum

Grey dust swirled from the hound’s shoulders Swirled Spun, twisted into ar the creature’s flanks, a bone-helh, a rippled sword the colour of old blood

His bones are well, his flesh is not My flesh is well, my bones are not Are we brothers?

Hound and rider -- nightates