Scott Melton

“Hood continued to stare at the wagon, at its towering, tottering heap of bodies. And then the Lord of the Dead spoke. ‘I often wondered what it looked like, this Hold creaking on its wooden wheels…a pathetic thing, really. Crude, clumsy.’ He faced Draconus, rotted skin curling back from the tusks. ‘Now, turn it around.”
― Steven Erikson, The Complete Malazan Book of the Fallen

“He looked across at the huge warrior beside him. ‘What’s your name at least?’ The giant glanced at him. ‘Yes,’ he said with a sharp nod. ‘I am Karsa Orlong of the Teblor. Toblakai. And you?’ ‘Crokus. Crokus Younghand.’ He hesitated, then said, ‘I was once a thief.’ ‘Be one again,’ said Karsa, teeth bared, ‘and steal me a Hound’s life this night.’ Shit. ‘I’ll try.’ ‘That will do,’ the Toblakai replied.”
― Steven Erikson, The Complete Malazan Book of the Fallen

“What is otataral, you ask? Otataral is the opposite of magic. Negation to creation, absence to presence. If life is your god, then otataral is the other god, and that god is death. But, please understand, it is not an enemy. It is the necessary manifestation of a force in opposition. Both are essential, and together they are bound in the nature of existence itself. We are reviled for revealing the truth.”
― Steven Erikson, The Complete Malazan Book of the Fallen

“Sometimes a person reaches a point in their life when it becomes absolutely essential to get the fuck out of the city”
― Becky Chambers, A Psalm for the Wild-Built