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

by Steven Erikson

‘It seems,’ the necromancer muttered, ‘we must needs refine our tactics.’ The instinct of self-preservation vanished, then, as Buke softly laughed. Bauchelain froze. One eyebrow arched. Then he sighed. ‘Yes, well. Good day to you, too, Buke.’