‘Not just a feeling, Spindle. Come now, think, man! The Limping Soldier at Death’s Gate, that’s Whiskeyjack. And they’re with him. Our friends who died. They’re all with him. They were blessed in Moon’s Spawn.’ ‘Who blessed them in Moon’s Spawn?’ Spindle demanded. ‘Not the Redeemer. Not Caladan Brood.’ ‘Twice Alive,’ Monkrat replied. ‘Ganoes Fucking Paran, Master of the Deck.’
