He was a soldier and he couldn’t think of ever being anything else. Then stare at its bloodless face, waiting for your heartbeat to slow and your breaths to settle.Īnd tomorrow was another day, another fear, another face, relief flowing like the sweetest drug in the veins. Living was easier, he reflected, when you could kill your fear. The addict’s pleasure was always a guilty one, to be sure, the towering stalker he always found at his side when he stood looking down on a corpse that, had things turned out badly, could have been Oams himself. While it was hardly alone back there, all the other pointless truths stayed in its shadow. Twenty-one years later, he’d been running from that truth for his entire adult life. Oams had been in the ranks since he was fifteen. Strange how things said that made no sense could stay in the memory, while all the truths just fell away, abandoned in the way of things that had little relevance.Īny soldier who denied the lust for danger was a liar. No doubt, a point was being made by the observation.
Someone once said – Oams couldn’t recall who – that the world was heaven’s mirror, the tin kind, scratched and mottled and pitted as if to mock heaven’s own face. Buds had finally appeared, and where there had been ice in the drainage ditches and in the fields beyond, there was now water, stretching out in grey puddles and shallow lakes reflecting the blank sky.
The thickets to either side of the cobbled road leading to the fort and the town that crowded against one of its sides remained a chaotic hue of browns, dull reds and duller yellows. Sliptoe Garrison, Culvern Crossing, east northeast of Malybridge, GenabackisĪ pale sky made for a colourless world. Inauspicious beginnings often deliver the deadliest of warnings. Please enjoy this free excerpt of The God is Not Willing by Steven Erikson, on sale. And in their way, a single company of Malazan marines. No, this time tens of thousands are poised to pour into the lands to the south. Another long-feared migration is about to begin and this time it won’t just be three warriors. Scarred by the deeds of Karsa Orlong, he intends to confront his god even if he has to cut a bloody swathe through the Malazan Empire to do so.įurther north, a new threat has emerged and now it seems it is the Teblor who are running out of time. They aren’t quite sure what they’re going to be facing.Īnd in those high mountains, a new warleader has risen amongst the Teblor. Responding to reports of a growing unease among the tribes beyond the border, the Malazan army marches on the new god’s people.
The town has recovered and yet the legacy remains. Now the tribes of the north no longer venture into the southlands. Many years have passed since three warriors brought carnage and chaos to Silver Lake. The thrilling opening chapter in an epic new fantasy from the author of The Malazan Book of the Fallen…
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