Scott  Melton

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The song had burgeoned sudden and fierce in his skull, flowing through his limbs like fire. A hand gripped his shoulder, and he felt a sorcerous questing seep into his veins, tentatively at first, then flinching away entirely, only to return with more force—and with it, a spreading silence. Blissful peace, cool and calm.
House of Chains (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #4)
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