Steven Erikson

“Who now strides on my trail
devouring the distance between
no matter how I flee, the wasted
breath of my haste cast into the wind
and these dogs will prevail
dragging me down in howling glee
for the beasts were born fated,
trained in bold vengeance
by my own switch and hand
and no god will stand in my stead,
nor provide me sanctuary, even
should I plead for absolution -
the hounds of my deeds belong
only to me, and they have long hunted
and now the hunt ends.”

Steven Erikson, Reaper's Gale
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Reaper's Gale (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #7) Reaper's Gale by Steven Erikson
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