#kharkanas

[pansen1802]

gallan, fisher, kadaspala

poet, bard, artist

[the-evil-duckling]

A short series of malazan quotes, part 1:

"The flower defies."

Tiste Andii poem, in its entirety.

[belialhaematemesis]

Random Lore Fragment of the Day no. 17 (RLFOTD #17)

The Tiste Andii were a non-human Elder Race. They were the Children of Darkness. The first of Mother Dark's children, they were her dearest, the dwellers of the land before light. They were sometimes referred to as the Souls of Starless Night. The Tiste Andii were immortal, and their actions could be difficult for mortals to comprehend. The leader and Archmage of the Tiste Andii was Anomander Rake, who ruled by strength of personality.

Before the coming of light, the Tiste Andii lived alone in Kurald Galain. The city of Kharkanas was their first city. The Tiste Andii worshipped Mother Dark. After Mother Dark turned away, the Tiste Andii fell into turmoil, leaving Kharkanas and wandering from place to place, following Anomander Rake as their Lord.

[dark5light]

What you choose to do can, without effort, be seen as a betrayal. Though you might name it the purest act of integrity imaginable.

Grizzin Farl (Fall of Light by Steven Erikson)

[dark5light]

It was astonishing, Serap reminded herself, just how much the silence had to say, when given the chance.

Fall of Light by Steven Erikson

[dark5light]

I choose to paint death, yes, and you ask why – in horror and revulsion, you ask why? I choose to paint death, my friend, because life is too hard to bear. But it’s just a face, dead paints on dead surface, and it tells nothing of how the neck snapped, or the wrongness of that angle with the body. It is, in truth, a failure. And each time I paint this boy, I fail. I fail when you turn away. I fail when you walk past. I fail when you shout at me about the beautiful things of the world, and why I didn’t paint those? I fail when you cease to care, and when you cease to care, we all fail. I fail, then, in order to welcome you to what we share. This face? This failure? It is recognition.

Kadaspala (Forge of Darkness by Steven Erikson)

[dark5light]

Varandas led the way to the edge of the vast hole in the yard. Haut joined him. They stared down into the pitch black and said nothing for a time.

Varandas: What do you think of this?

Haut: I have been thinking of it, I admit. How did you come by it?

Varandas: No idea.

They studied it some more.

[seamusquigley]

Faith stalks our land like a reaper of souls.

Fall of Light by Steven Erikson