By Steven Erikson
Books three & four of Steve Erickson's Malazan publication of the Fallen sequence; stories of Ice (Book three) and residence of Chains (Book 4).
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The Jaghut mother lowered her head until her brow rested against the cool, damp sand. Grit pressed into the skin of her forehead with raw insistence. The burns there were too recent to have healed, nor were they likely to – she was defeated, and death had only to await the arrival of her hunters. They were mercifully competent, at least. These Imass cared nothing for torture. A swift killing blow. For her, then for her children. And with them – with this meagre, tattered family – the last of the Jaghut would vanish from this continent.
Perhaps. ' Scowling, Gruntle backed away down the trail. 'Master Keruli,' he whispered, 'if you're watching all this – and I think you are – I trust my bonus will be appropriately generous. ' Moments before he moved beyond sight of the crater, he saw Bauchelain and Korbal Broach turn their backs on him – and Moon's Spawn. They stared down into the hole for a brief span, then began the descent, disappearing from view. Sighing, Gruntle swung about and made his way back to the camp, rolling his shoulders to release the tension that gripped him.
The Jaghut were powerful in these lands, Bonecaster. They did not flee – not at first. ' The Clan Leader nodded and was silent. Pran Chole waited. In their shared words they still tracked the skin of things. Revelation of the muscle and bone was yet to come. But Cannig Tol was no fool, and the wait was not long. ' The Bonecaster's eyes shifted to the south horizon, tightened. Cannig Tol continued, 'We are the clay, and our endless war against the Jaghut is the struggling beast beneath. ' He gestured with one hand.