Toll the Hounds: Book Eight of The Malazan Book of the Fallen
By Steven Erikson
In Darujhistan, town of blue fireplace, it truly is stated that love and demise shall arrive dancing. it really is summer season and the warmth is oppressive, yet for the small around guy within the pale crimson waistcoat, discomfiture is not only as a result of solar. All isn't really good. Dire portents plague his nights and hang-out town streets like fiends of shadow. Assassins skulk in alleyways, however the quarry has became and the hunters turn into the hunted.
Hidden arms pluck the strings of tyranny like a fell refrain. whereas the bards sing their tragic stories, someplace within the distance could be heard the baying of Hounds...And within the far-off urban of Black Coral, the place ideas Anomander Rake, Son of Darkness, old crimes wake up, reason on revenge. it kind of feels Love and dying are certainly approximately to arrive...hand in hand, dancing.
A exciting, harrowing novel of battle, intrigue and darkish, uncontrollable magic, Toll the Hounds is the recent bankruptcy in Erikson's enormous sequence - epic delusion at its such a lot ingenious and storytelling at its such a lot exciting.
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