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

by Steven Erikson

Silverfox swung to face him. ‘Please,’ she grated. ‘No advice. This is my Gathering, Kruppe. Leave me to it.’ ‘Of course, my dear. Humblest apologies. Please do resume your hesitation.’ She made a sour face. ‘Impudent bastard.’