‘So, who is he? The Rope himself?’ ‘No,’ Bottle answered. ‘No, I’m sure of that.’ Saying nothing, Strings strode from the circle. No, not the Rope. Someone even better, as far as I am concerned. As far as every Malazan is concerned, for that matter. He’s here. And he’s on the other side of the Whirlwind Wall. And I know precisely who he’s sharpened his knives for.
