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

“A score of Seguleh, all that remained of the Second’s forces, formed one impossibly thin link with the Grey Swords. Each one had fallen to Anomander Rake, and this knowledge alone was sufficient, for it burned like acid, it stung like shame. They wore their masks, and as they fought, the painted slashes, the sigils of rank, began to fade, worn away by the fires of chaos, until upon each warrior the mask gleamed pure. As if here, within the world of this sword, some power could yield to greater truths. Here, Dragnipur seemed to say, you are all equal.”
― Steven Erikson, The Complete Malazan Book of the Fallen

“impossibly thin link with the Grey Swords. Each one had fallen to Anomander Rake, and this knowledge alone was sufficient, for it burned like acid, it stung like shame. They wore their masks, and as they fought, the painted slashes, the sigils of rank, began to fade, worn away by the fires of chaos, until upon each warrior the mask gleamed pure. As if here, within the world of this sword, some power could yield to greater truths. Here, Dragnipur seemed to say, you are all equal.”
― Steven Erikson, The Complete Malazan Book of the Fallen