Ah, Fist, itโs the curse of history that those who should read them, never do.
Chaos needs no allies, for it dwells like a poison in every one of us.
The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.
What makes a Malazan soldier so dangerous? Theyโre allowed to think.
And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.
Shake your fist all you want but dead is dead