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Iskaral Pust leapt to his feet. ‘Then you must pray, my love. To me, since Shadowthrone sees through my eyes, hears through my ears, smells through my nose.’ He crossed his eyes and added in a different tone, ‘Farts through my bung-hole, too, but that would be too offensive to mention.’ He struggled to correct his gaze and smiled again. ‘Sordiko, my sweetness...'

What a charmer you are Pust

Pirate action!

He spun toward his attackers and his hissing roar carried with it a scarlet mist of venom...
..The acid ate them. Armour of leather or metal slowed but did not stop it. The droplets fell from the air to the earth, incidentally passing through human bodies on the way. Skin, flesh, bone and gut were holed by the passing venom. It hissed as it struck the sand. Some men died quickly but most did not.

Royce and Hadrian on a ship pretending to be experienced ship hands. Sounds a lot like Locke and Jean in Red Seas Under Red Skies

‘Sad truth,’ Kruppe said – his audience of none sighing in agreement – ‘that a tendency towards verbal excess can so defeat the precision of meaning. That intent can be so well disguised in majestic plethora of nuance, of rhythm both serious and mocking, of this penchant for self-referential slyness, that the unwitting simply skip on past –

Beneath him the horse does not breathe
Nor does the man and the wind moans hollow
Along the dents of his rusty scaled hauberk
And it is too much to shift about to the approach
Of riders one from his right the other from his left
On dead horses with empty eyes they rein in
Settle silent with strange familiarity
Flanking easy his natural command

Beneath him the horse does not breathe
Nor does the man and the wind moans hollow
Along the dents of his rusty scaled hauberk
And it is too much to shift about to the approach
Of riders one from his right the other from his left
On dead horses with empty eyes they rein in
Settle silent with strange familiarity
Flanking easy his natural command

The keepers feel like they could go "The Lord of the Flies" way.

This book reminds me of Skyrim. It's those types of quests and stories

Humans were ridiculously short-lived. Even when a dragon modified one to extend its lifetime several times over, they still lived only a fraction of a dragon’s life. Why bother to create one and become attached to it when it was only going to die soon anyway?

I wonder why Royce is so obsessed with Elf stuff? Hmmm....

They tottered through their brief lives, misunderstanding one another and almost every other creature in the world. It had shocked her the first time she realized that the only way they could communicate with one another was to make noises with their mouths and then to guess what the other human meant by the noises it made in response. “Talking” they called it.

What are you up to Ezra? Another danged sword to steal.

So we discover the identity of The Dying god here

The awakened ancestral memories thing reminds me of the Bene Gesserit in Dune

...he’d been a thief for years, a successful thief, too, if not for all the arrests and fines and prison time and slavery and the like.

Satisfied with these arguments, Seerdomin set out to begin his night of slaughter, and here, in this city, night was without end.
The rats watched him set off.

Indris and his party fighting through the Romarq was awesome!