He was a man who would never ask for sympathy. He was a man who sought only to do what was right. Such people appear in the world, every world, now and then, like a single refrain of some blessed song, a fragment caught on the spur of an otherwise raging cacophony. Imagine a world without such souls. Yes, it should have been harder to do.


Toll the Hounds: Book Eight of The Malazan Book of the Fallen (ed. Macmillan, 2008) - ISBN: 9781429926997


He was a man who would never ask for sympathy. He was a man who sought only to do what was right. Such people appear in the world, every world, now...

He was a man who would never ask for sympathy. He was a man who sought only to do what was right. Such people appear in the world, every world, now...

He was a man who would never ask for sympathy. He was a man who sought only to do what was right. Such people appear in the world, every world, now...

He was a man who would never ask for sympathy. He was a man who sought only to do what was right. Such people appear in the world, every world, now...