Children are dying." Lull nodded. "That's a succinct summary of humankind, I'd say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Silence!” Korbolo snapped. He eyed Duiker. “You are the historian who rode with Coltaine.” The historian faced him. “I am.” “You are… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“History, she realized, was mostly lost. No matter how diligent the recorders, the witnesses, the researchers, most of the past simply no… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“History comforts the dull-witted,”” the young Malazan said. Beneth barked a laugh as he reached the gate. “And whose words are those,… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“In that Malazan Book of the Fallen, the historians will write of our suffering, and they will speak of it as the… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“That’s a succinct summary of humankind, I’d say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
Ah, Fist, it’s the curse of history that those who should read them, never do. — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“And now the page before us blurs. An age is done. The book must close. We are abandoned to history. Raise high… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Where resides the comforting knowledge of history's vast, cyclical sweep, the ebb and flow of wars and peace? Peace is the time… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“At what point in the history of Letheras, he wondered, did rampant greed become a virtue? The level of self-justification required was… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Now these ashes have grown cold, we open the old book. These oil-stained pages recount the tales of the Fallen, a frayed… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“We are all interludes in history, a drawn breath to make pause in the rush, and when we are gone, those breaths… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“No matter, they weren’t going anywhere. Never again. Two skeletons buried beneath a dead city. No more fitting a barrow for a warrior of… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“I was reminded ... the way that wood crumbles into dissolution.’ ‘The release of energy. Perhaps a better way of seeing it.’ ‘Such release… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“I am here to arrest your manservant. The one named Bugg.’ ‘Oh, now really, his cooking isn’t that bad.” — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
The more civilized a nation, the more conformed its population, until that civilization's last age arrives, when multiplicity wages war with conformity. The former… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“People in great need were quick to find blame in themselves, quick to assume the burden of guilt for things they in truth had… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Envy shrugged. 'Can no value be found in good intentions?' 'What, precisely, are you trying to justify? And to me, or yourself?' She glared,… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
Any reasonable ruler would have the expectation and the demand the other way round. — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“The existance of many gods conveys true complexity of mortal life. Conversely, the assertion of but one god leads to a denial of complexity,… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“All right, shadow-priest, you've been spying — on what? What state secrets have you learned watching me groom these horses?' 'Only that they hate… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“There is nothing wrong with where we are, how we are. You spit on satisfaction, leaving you always unsettled and miserable. I am a… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Why do I hate spiders? Gods, who doesn't? What a stupid question.” — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
It is an extraordinary act of courage,' said Tulas Shorn, 'to come to know a stranger's pain. — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
