Deadhouse Gates (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #2)

by Steven Erikson

to meet him. Mother says he dreams of me, of when he first saw me.’ ‘I’m sure he does,’ Cotillion muttered. ‘Like me, he is haunted by helplessness. Very well, until we meet again.’ He shifted his attention one last time, stared long into Apt’s eye. ‘When I Ascended, Lady, it was to escape the nightmares of feeling . . .’ He grimaced. ‘Imagine my surprise that I now thank you for such chains.’ Panek broke in. ‘Uncle, do you have any children?’ He winced, looked away. ‘A daughter. Of sorts.’ He sighed, then smiled wryly. ‘We had a falling-out, I’m afraid.’ ‘You must forgive her.’ ‘Damned upstart!’ ‘You said we must teach each other, Uncle.’ Cotillion’s eyes widened on the lad, then he shook his head. ‘The forgiveness is the other way around, alas.’ ‘Then I must meet her.’