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

by Steven Erikson

Dust on the wind could rise and sweep high over this wall. Dust could run in streams through the rubble fill beneath the foundation stones. The T’lan Imass could make his arrival unknown. But the Pannion Seer had taken Aral Fayle. Toc the Younger. A mortal man … who had called Tool friend. He strode forward, hide-wrapped feet kicking through scattered bones. The time had come for the First Sword of the T’lan Imass to announce himself.

‘Ah, my friend,’ the figure replied in a rasp. ‘It is I, Onos T’oolan, once of the Tarad Clan, of the Logros T’lan Imass, but now kin to Aral Fayle, to Toc the Younger.’ Kin. Withered arms gathered him up. ‘We are leaving now, young brother.’