By Steven Erikson
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In Northern Genabackis, a raiding celebration of savage tribal warriors descends from the mountains into the southern flatlands. Their purpose is to wreak havoc among the despised lowlanders, yet for the only named Karsa Orlong it marks the start of what's going to turn out to be a unprecedented destiny.
a few years later, it's the aftermath of the Chain of canines. Tavore, the Adjunct to the Empress, has arrived within the final last Malazan stronghold of 7 towns. New to command, she needs to hone twelve thousand infantrymen, quite often uncooked recruits yet for a handful of veterans of Coltaine's mythical march, right into a strength able to hard the massed hordes of Sha'ik's Whirlwind who lie in wait within the center of the Holy Desert.
But ready isn't effortless. The seer's warlords are locked right into a energy fight that threatens the very soul of the uprising, whereas Sha'ik herself suffers, haunted through the data of her nemesis: her personal sister, Tavore.
And so starts off this remarkable new bankruptcy in Steven Erikson's acclaimed Malazan booklet of the Fallen . . .
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And looking down Tuor saw a great marvel, as it seemed to him; for a wild flood came up the narrows and strove with the river that would still press on, and a wave like a wall rose up almost to the cliff-top, crowned with foam-crests flying in the wind. Then the river was thrust back, and the incoming flood swept roaring up the channel, drowning it in deep water, and the rolling of the boulders was like thunder as it passed. Thus Tuor was saved by the call of the sea-birds from death in the rising tide; and that was very great because of the season of the year and of the high wind from the sea.
PART FOUR I The Drúedain Towards the end of his life my father revealed a good deal more about the Wild Men of the Drúadan Forest in Anórien and the statues of the Púkel-men on the road up to Dunharrow. The account given here, telling of the Drúedain in Beleriand in the First Age, and containing the story of ‘The Faithful Stone’, is drawn from a long, discursive, and unfinished essay concerned primarily with the interrelations of the languages of Middle-earth. As will be seen, the Drúedain were to be drawn back into the history of the earlier Ages; but of this there is necessarily no trace in the published Silmarillion.
Then Tuor was dismayed, and he said: ‘So my hope has cheated me! ’ And grey at heart he sat among the rocks on the high bank of the stream, keeping watch through a bitter fireless night; for it was yet but the month of Súlimë, and no stir of spring had come to that far northern land, and a shrill wind blew from the East. But even as the light of the coming sun shone pale in the far mists of Mithrim, Tuor heard voices, and looking down he saw in amazement two Elves that waded in the shallow water; and as they climbed up steps hewn in the bank, Tuor stood up and called to them.