“My arms wrapped about little Jala, little sister, hot with fever but the fire grew too hot, and so, in my arms, her flesh cooled to dawn-stone, mother keening—Jala was the ember now lifeless, and from that day, in mother's… — 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
