Toll the Hounds (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #8)

by Steven Erikson

‘If you say so,’ said Master Quell. ‘I’m still uneasy.’ ‘You have few other options, Wizard. The carriage is damaged. The marital argument is even now extending beyond the town’s limits and will soon engulf this entire island in a conflagration of disputing versions of who-said-what.’ ‘He’s smarter than he was before,’ observed Faint. ‘That’s true,’ said Reccanto. ‘I gather more of myself, yes,’ said Cartographer, giving them all another ghastly smile. Flinches all round. ‘How come,’ asked Quell, ‘you never showed this talent before?’ The corpse straightened. ‘I have displayed numerous talents on this journey, each one appropriate to the situation at the time. Have you forgotten the coconuts?’ Faint rolled her eyes and said, ‘How could we forget the coconuts?’