Such is the irony of life, that one learns to distrust the obvious, surrendering instead to insidious suspicion and confused conclusion.
Steven Erikson (Gardens of the Moon)
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Such is the irony of life, that one learns to distrust the obvious, surrendering instead to insidious suspicion and confused conclusion.
Steven Erikson (Gardens of the Moon)
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First of my Advent Calendar pics
Oddly enough, I often start a chapter with a sense of mental exhaustion, as if I’ve run out of places to hide and besides, I’m too tired to run anymore. This is when I find my best writing — all the conceits and intellectual crapology have withered away, and I feel emptied from the inside out.
Steven Erikson (via detective-inspector-sidonius)
Apsalar, Crokus & Cotillion from the Advent Calendar. It’s been fun :)
I knew nothing. But then, that is the definition of being young, yes? So how can you possibly fault anyone for it?
Kiska – Stonewielder (via figmentsoutoffundamentals)
in the middle of all my Star Wars hype.. have another piece i did for the Malazan Advent Calendar
Sometime next year (probably end of Febuary in UK and end of May in US) a new Malazan book is coming out. Ian Cameron Esslemont’s Dancer’s Lament will take us back to the very beginnings of Malazan Empire - the meeting of Dancer and Kellanved.
It was once a land ravaged by war, minor city states, baronies and principates fight for supremacy, and then the rival cities of Tali and Quon formed an alliance and so Quon Tali came into being. However that was generations ago, that dynasty has collapsed and the regional powers are now clawing at each others throats once more. But at the heart of Quon Tali lies the powerful city state of Li Heng which has for centuries enjoyed relative stability under the guidance of the powerful sorceress known as the “Protectress”. She is not someone likely to tolerate the arrival of two particular young men into her domain: one is determined to prove he is the most skilled assassin of his age; the other is his quarry - a Dal Hon mage who is proving annoyingly difficult to kill. The sorceress and her cabal of five mage servants were enough to repel the Quon Tali Iron Legions, so how could two such trouble-makers upset her iron-fisted rule? And now, under a new and ambitious king, the forces of Itko Kan are marching on Li Heng from the south. His own assassins, the Nightblades, have been sent ahead into the city, and rumours abound that he has inhuman, nightmarish forces at his command. So as shadows and mistrust swirl and monstrous beasts that people say appear from nowhere, run rampage through Li Heng’s streets, it seems chaos is come - but in chaos, as a certain young Dal Hon mage would say, there is opportunity …
And Icarium, oh, dear friend, I can tell you nothing. My curse is silence to your every question, and the hand I offer as a brother will lead you only into deceit. In love’s name, I do this, at my own cost …and such a cost.
Mappo Trell, Deadhouse Gates (via icarium)
“Freedom was little more than a tattered net, draped over a host of minor, self-imposed bindings. Its stripping away changed little, except, perhaps, the comforting delusion of the ideal. Mind bound to self, self to flesh, flesh to bone. As the Errant wills, we are a latticework of cages, and whatever flutters within knows but one freedom, and that is death.”
– Udinaas (Midnight Tides by Steven Erikson)
Engulf stroked his thick russet beard. “Oh yes, I forgot that being civilized means constructing laws that favour yourself while at the same time disadvantaging everyone else.” Teal offered a bloodless smile. “My friend, if in some manner you find yourself disadvantaged by the law then by definition you must be a criminal.” “You take my point exactly.”
Assail by Ian C. Esslemont (via seamusquigley)
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I know Steven Erikson has said he’s not competing with George R.R. Martin but he’s only being humble…he’s by far the better author, there’s no contest!
Kadaspala spoke with utter honesty . ‘Lord, pray we talk these candles down as the only measure of the evening’s passage.’ Urusander’s eyes were narrow and thoughtful. 'I was warned to expect nothing but foul and bitter regard when in your company.’ 'Only when I paint, Lord. Only when I paint. Now, if it pleases you, I am interested in hearing your thoughts on my work thus far.’ 'My thoughts? I have but one, Kadaspala. I had no idea I was so transparent.’ He nearly dropped the goblet. Only the quick intercession of a servant saved him.
Forge of Darkness, Steven Erikson (via cotilliontherope)
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In a war between fanatics and sceptics, the fanatics win every time.“
Gothos’ Folly – The Crippled God (via figmentsoutoffundamentals)
I don't know about any of you, but reading other fantasy books makes me appreciate Steven Erikson and his Malazan series so much more
Every artist was haunted by lies; every artist fought to find truths. Every artist failed. Some turned back, embracing those comforting lies. Others took their own lives in despair. Still others drank themselves into the barrow, or poisoned everyone who drew near enough to touch. Some simply gave up, and wasted away in obscurity. A few discovered their own mediocrity - and this was the cruelest discovery of all. None found the way to their truths. If he lived a handful of breaths from this moment, or if he lived a hundred thousand years, he would fight – for something, a truth, perhaps for one that he could not even name.
“Forge of Darkness,” Steven Erikson (via thesardonicus)