Dust of Dreams (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #9)

by Steven Erikson

Such was duty. Such was the ink of honour, written so deep as to stain the immortal soul.

This is the last day of the Khundryl Burned Tears. My children, do you ride with me? I know you do. My children, be brave this day. See your father, and know that he is proud of you all.

None to witness. Dust of dreams, dust of all that we never achieved. Dust of what we might have been and what we cannot help but be.

Insane enough to think she could win. And to plan for it.