Greymane believed he’d outrun his past. With his school for swordsmanship in Falar, he was looking forward to a quiet life, although his colleague Kyle wasn’t as enamoured with life outside the mercenary company, the Crimson Guard. However, it seems it is not so easy for an ex-Fist of the Malazan...
By Ian C. Esslemont, co-creator with Steven Erikson of the Malazan universe. It ties up one or two of the many loose ends from the Malazan Book of the Fallen. In tone, it's like the Malazan Book of the Fallen with everything diluted out in the direction of a typical fantasy novel, but not all the...
The shared world of the Malazans continues to unfold and change. Gripping as always. Not as wonderful as Return of the Crimson Guard, but a solid installment in the series.
I absolutely love these books and this series, so this is going to be an easy review for me. The book was fantastic and I couldn't put it down. As always, for me, I fell in love with The Crimson Guard and every Malazan that came up. This time, however, I also found new love in Jute and his wife I...
Night of Knives is the first of Ian C. Esslemont’s six Malazan Empire books, which are designed to be read alongside the ten-book Malazan Book of the Fallen series written by Steven Erikson. Erikson and Esslemont co-created the incredible world of Malaz over thirty years ago, and given that they’...
He received orders to join a foraging party assembling in the pre-dawn hours on a north section of the Outer Round. Here he found Shalmanat, cloaked, her head wrapped in cloth and veil, awaiting him among a crew of their regular scouts and scavengers. They were let down the wall by rope then jogg...
During certain propitious nights of the year this genie appears in the shape of a woman, with whom the god-king must couple. Should the king fail to keep his tryst, disaster is sure to follow. Ular Takeq Customs of Ancient Jakal-Uku THE STRATEGY MEETING to consider the attack upon the Thaumaturg ...
His cloak is ragged, his stomach cramped. Does he cry for fallen friends, for tankards never to be raised again to the long rafters? Where are his companions, his brothers and benchmates? All stiff and staring in fields they lie. Their spears are broken, their swords blunt. Oh, where shall he go,...