Scott  Melton

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Osric began to descend—and L’oric suddenly saw a vast white emptiness, as if the mountain rearing before them had been cut neatly in half. They were approaching that edge. A vaguely level, snow-crusted stretch was the dragon’s destination. Its southern side was marked by a sheer cliff. To the north…opaque oblivion.
House of Chains (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #4)
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