The Crippled God (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #10)

by Steven Erikson

‘They will walk out from that desert, friend,’ Shadowthrone said. ‘I feel it in my bones.’ ‘Didn’t know you had any.’ ‘Sticks, then. I feel it in my sticks. Hmm, doesn’t sound sufficiently assuring, does it?’ ‘Assuring? No. Creepy? Yes.’