Fall of Light (The Kharkanas Trilogy, #2)

by Steven Erikson

Like an uncle who dresses strangely and has nothing to say, but offers you a knowing wink every now and then.

‘Blood is not an honorific. You cannot choose your family, Arathan. When the moment comes, and by honour and by love you must face the choice, meet his eye and call him friend.’

Arathan, one day you may come to call your father a friend. But I tell you this, I believe he already sees you as one.’

But what the future will read from what you leave behind is beyond your power to control. And if that is not humbling, then nothing is.’

We Jaghut are a people. As a people we must share the full host of our collective crimes. Anything else is a conceit, and a lie.’

‘Indeed,’ said Dathenar. ‘And as it stands, lieutenant, we are also, to not put too fine a point on it, royally fucked.’

Caplo Dreem. Sheccanto’s favourite assassin. And this time, Anomander does not stand in his path.

‘Heed your fucking leopard instincts, Caplo, and find some patience. Restraint, even. I’m working as fast as I can.’