I am quite a way behind the reread unfortunately but January was always going to be a busy month for me… The below is just a few quotations that stood out to me whilst reading…
Couple of points with the below quotation:
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A blossoming of power filled the room and Tattersail spun to face Quick Ben. The wizard had accessed his Warren. The sorcery bled a strange, swirling flavor that she could not recognize, and it frightened her with its intensity. She met the black man's shining eyes. "I should know you," she whispered. "There's not enough true masters in this world for me to not know you. Who are you, Quick Ben?'
Another hint to what QB is really capable of with this cool line, another teaser that he could be more than meets the eye.
This is the scene just after Sorry knifed Paran too and we see a hint towards Fiddlers "intuition" that he has throughout the series.
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The other agreed. "You felt the parting too, then." "An Ascendant . . . meddled. Too cautious to show itself fully, however." "Unfortunate. It's been years since I last killed an Ascendant.
Seriously, how epic is the Crokus chase scene across the rooftops and this little line gives you an oh-shit moment as to the power they possess/the people chasing Crokus.
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Perhaps. If so, then the Child Gods have made a grave error. After all," a ghastly smile seemed to come into his tone, "I will lose a battle. But I will not die." K'rul turned away from the fire then. His voice drifted back to Kruppe. "Play on, mortal. Every god falls at a mortal's hands. Such is the only end to immortality."
The Elder God's wistfulness was not lost on Kruppe. He suspected that a great truth had been revealed to him with those final words, a truth he was now given leave to use. "And use it Kruppe shall," he whispered.
The theme we see at the start of the series with how vulnerable Gods can be to mere mortals… (just noted D'rek speaks about it above)
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The red ink had been watered down. He painted wash on the map, covering the areas now held by the Malazan Empire. Fully one half of the map—the north half—was red. A small clear strip just south of Blackdog Forest marked Caladan Brood's forces, flanked on either side by two smaller patches indicating the Crimson Guard. The red wash surrounded these clear spots and extended down to engulf Pale, ending on the north edge of the Tahlyn Mountains. The street noises had become quite loud, Baruk noted, as he leaned close to the map to paint the red tide's southern border. Construction work, he concluded, hearing the squeal of winches and a voice bellowing at passers-by. The sounds died away, then there came a loud crack! Baruk jumped, his right forearm jerking out and knocking over the inkwell. The red ink poured across his map. Cursing, Baruk sat back. His eyes widened as he watched the spreading stain cover Darujhistan and continue south to Catlin. He stepped down from the stool, reaching for a cloth to wipe his hands, more than a little shaken by what could easily be taken as an omen. He walked across the chamber to the window, bent forward and looked down. A crew of workers was busy tearing up the street directly below. Two burly men swung picks while three others formed a line passing the shattered cobblestones to a growing pile on the pavement. The foreman stood nearby, his back to a wagon, studying a parchment scroll. Baruk frowned. "Who's in charge of road maintenance?" he wondered aloud.
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Baruk glanced at the window. "Unfortunately," he said, "the air outside my window has become rather dusty." Kruppe paused. His arms returned to his sides, then he reached into a sleeve and withdrew his handkerchief. He patted his brow. "Ah, yes, the road workers. Kruppe passed them on his way in. A rather belligerent lot, thinks Kruppe. Indeed, rude, but hardly exceptional for such menial laborers."
The above is such a clever passage… how we see the ink spread out across the map when Baruk's attention turns towards the road workers and the BB. Then we have the word play with Kruppe and the "belligerent lot" outside. Just a great piece of writing.