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

by Steven Erikson

It was not possible. It was— And then once more he was running. She must have heard his approach, for she looked up and then over, and sat watching him rushing towards her. He almost fell against her, his arms wrapping tight round her, lifting her with his embrace. Hetan gasped. ‘Husband! I have missed you. I – I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what has happened…’ ‘Nothing has happened,’ he whispered, as the children screamed behind them. ‘Onos – my toes…’ ‘What?’ ‘I have someone else’s toes, husband, I swear it—’ The children collided with them. In the distance ahead, on a faint rise of land, Onos Toolan saw a figure seated on a horse. The darkness was taking the vision – dissolving it before his eyes. And then he saw it raise one hand. Straightening, Onos Toolan did the same. I see you, my brother. I see you.