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Ammanas | Anthems from the Ancient Tales (2025)

🖌️ Ivan Stan

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"Oh, measure it all out! Acceptable levels of misery and suffering!' The cane swung down, thumped hard on the ground. 'Acceptable? Who the fuck says any level is acceptable? What sort of mind thinks that?'"

Go off Shadowthrone, you're such a real one for this

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A scrawny, shadowy apparition appeared before her near the far end, where the alley reached a side street just this side of a bridge leading across the river and into the Mouse. Apsalar halted before it.

"Tell Cotillion, I have done as he asked."

Shadowthrone made a whispering sound, like sighing, and one almost formless hand emerged from the folds of his ghostly cloak, gripping the silver head of a cane, that tapped once on the cobbles. "I watched, my dear. Your Shadow Dance. From the foot of Rampart Way and onward, I was witness."

She said nothing.

Shadowthrone resumed. "Not even Cotillion. Not even Cotillion."

Still, Apsalar did not speak.

The god suddenly giggled. "Too many bad judgements, the poor woman. As we feared." A pause, then another giggle. "Tonight, the Clawmaster, and three hundred and seven Claws – all by your hands, dear lass. I still… disbelieve. No matter. She's on her own, now. Too bad for her." The barely substantial hooded head cocked slightly. "Ah. Yes, Apsalar. We keep our promises. You are free. Go."

She held out the two long-knives, handles first.

A bow, and the god accepted Kalam Mekhar's weapons.

Then Apsalar moved past Shadowthrone, and walked on.

The Bonehunters, by Steven Erikson (Malazan Book of the Fallen #6)