This novel is dedicated to two gentlemen:
D AVID T HOMAS , J R. ,
who welcomed me to England
with an introduction to a certain agent, and
P ATRICK W ALSH ,
the agent he introduced me to .
There has been a lot of faith shown over the years,
and I thank you both.
Acknowledgments
With deepest gratitude I acknowledge the following for their support: the staff at Caf Rouge, Dorking (keep the coffees coming.); the folks at Psion, whose extraordinary 5 Series was home to this novels first draft; Daryl and crew at Caf Hosete; and, of course, Simon Taylor and the rest at Transworld. For my family and friends, thank you for your faith and encouragement, without which all that I achieve means little. Thanks also to Stephen and Ross Donaldson for their kind words, James Barclay, Sean Russell, and Ariel. Finally, a big thank-you to those readers who took time to write their comments on various Web siteswriting is a solitary, isolating activity, but you have made it less so.
Contents
Dramatis Personae
On the Path of the Hand
Icarium , a mixed-blood Jaghut wanderer
Mappo , his Trell companion
Iskaral Pust , a High Priest of Shadow
Ryllandaras , the White Jackal, a Divers
Messremb , a Soletaken
Gryllen , a Divers
Mogora , a Divers
The Malazans
Felisin , youngest daughter of House Paran
Heboric Light Touch , exiled historian and ex-priest of Fener
Baudin , companion to Felisin and Heboric
Fiddler , 9th Squad, Bridgeburners
Crokus , a visitor from Darujhistan
Apsalar , 9th Squad, Bridgeburners
Kalam , a corporal in the 9th Squad, Bridgeburners
Duiker , Imperial Historian
Kulp , cadre mage, 7th Army
Mallick Rel , chief adviser to the High Fist of the Seven Cities
Sawark , commander of the guard in the Otataral mining camp, Skullcup
Pella , a soldier stationed at Skullcup
Pormqual , High Fist of the Seven Cities, in Aren
Blistig , Commander of Aren Guard
Topper , Commander of the Claw
Lull , a captain in the Sialk Marines
Chenned , a captain in the 7th Army
Sulmar , a captain in the 7th Army
List , a corporal in the 7th Army
Mincer , a sapper
Cuttle , a sapper
Gesler , a corporal in the Coastal Guard
Stormy , a soldier in the Coastal Guard
Truth , a recruit in the Coastal Guard
Squint , a bowman
Pearl , a Claw
Captain Keneb , a refugee
Selv , Kenebs wife
Minala , Selvs sister
Kesen , Keneb and Selvs first-born son
Vaneb , Keneb and Selvs second-born son
Captain , owner and commander of the trader craft Ragstopper
Bent , a Wickan cattle-dog
Roach , a Hengese lapdog
Wickans
Coltaine , Fist, 7th Army
Temul , a young lancer
Sormo Enath , a warlock
Nil , a warlock
Nether , a warlock
Bult , a veteran commander and Coltaines uncle
The Red Blades
Baria Setral (Dosin Pali)
Mesker Setral , his brother (Dosin Pali)
Tene Baralta (Ehrlitan)
Aralt Arpat (Ehrlitan)
Lostara Yil (Ehrlitan)
Nobles on the Chain of Dogs (Malazan)
Nethpara
Lenestro
Pullyk Alar
Tumlit
Followers of the Apocalypse
Shaik , leader of the rebellion
Leoman , captain in the Raraku Apocalypse
Toblakai , a bodyguard and warrior in the Raraku Apocalypse
Febryl , a mage and elder adviser to Shaik
Korbolo Dom , renegade Fist leading the Odhan army
Kamist Reloe , High Mage with the Odhan army
Loric , a mage with the Raraku Apocalypse
Bidithal , a mage with the Raraku Apocalypse
Mebra , a spy in Ehrlitan
Others
Salk Elan , a traveler on the seas
Shan , a Hound of Shadow
Gear , a Hound of Shadow
Blind , a Hound of Shadow
Baran , a Hound of Shadow
Rood , a Hound of Shadow
Moby , a familiar
Hentos Ilm , a Tlan Imass Bonecaster
Legana Breed , a Tlan Imass
Olar Ethil , a Tlan Imass Bonecaster
Kimloc , a Tanno Spiritwalker
Beneth , a crime lord
Irp , a small servant
Rudd , an equally small servant
Apt , an aptorian demon
Panek , a child
Karpolan Demesand , a merchant
Bula , an innkeeper
Cotillion , patron god of assassins
Shadowthrone , Ruler of High House Shadow
Rellock , a servant
Prologue
What see you in the horizons bruised smear
That cannot be blotted out
By your raised hand?
T HE B RIDGEBURNERS
T OC THE Y OUNGER
1163rd Year of Burns Sleep
Ninth Year of the Rule of Empress Laseen
Year of the Cull
He came shambling into Judgments Round from the Avenue of Souls, a misshapen mass of flies. Seething lumps crawled on his body in mindless migration, black and glittering and occasionally falling away in frenzied clumps that exploded into fragmented flight as they struck the cobbles.
The Thirsting Hour was coming to a close and the priest staggered in its wake, blind, deaf and silent. Honoring his god on this day, the servant of Hood, Lord of Death, had joined his companions in stripping naked and smearing himself in the blood of executed murderers, blood that was stored in giant amphorae lining the walls of the temples nave. The brothers had then moved in procession out onto the streets of Unta to greet the gods sprites, enjoining the mortal dance that marked the Season of Rots last day.
The guards lining the Round parted to let the priest pass, then parted further for the spinning, buzzing cloud that trailed him. The sky over Unta was still more gray than blue, as the flies that had swept at dawn into the capital of the Malazan Empire now rose, slowly winging out over the bay toward the salt marshes and sunken islands beyond the reef. Pestilence came with the Season of Rot, and the Season had come an unprecedented three times in the past ten years.
The air of the Round still buzzed, was still speckled as if filled with flying grit. Somewhere in the streets beyond a dog yelped like a thing near death but not near enough, and close to the Rounds central fountain the abandoned mule that had collapsed earlier still kicked feebly in the air. Flies had crawled into the beast through every orifice and it was now bloated with gases. The animal, stubborn by its breed, was now over an hour in dying. As the priest staggered sightlessly past, flies rose from the mule in a swift curtain to join those already enshrouding him.
It was clear to Felisin from where she and the others waited that the priest of Hood was striding directly toward her. His eyes were ten thousand eyes, but she was certain they were all fixed on her. Yet even this growing horror did little to stir the numbness that lay like a smothering blanket over her mind; she was aware of it rising inside but the awareness seemed more a memory of fear than fear now alive within her.
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