Memories of Ice (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #3)

by Steven Erikson

Rake was an atmosphere, a

heart-thudding, terror-threaded presence no-one could ignore, much less escape. Violence, antiquity, sombre pathos, and darkest horror – the Son of Darkness was a gelid eddy in immortality’s current, and the Mhybe could feel, crawling beneath her very skin, every Rhivi spirit awakened in desperation.

What the soul can house, flesh cannot fathom.