The Warrens are poisoned, and rumours abound of the Crippled God, now unchained and intent on a terrible revenge. For it would appear something altogether darker and even more malign threatens the very substance of this world. In answer to some primal summons, the massed ranks of the undead T?Ian Imass have risen. Outnumbered by the Seer?s army of zealots and struggling to put aside their differences, it is vital they get word to potential allies, including an unknown mercenary brotherhood, the Grey Swords, who have been contracted to defend the city of Capustan against these fanatic hordes.īut more ancient clans too are gathering.
In its path stands an uneasy alliance: Dujek Onearm?s Host and Whiskeyjack?s veteran Bridgeburners ? each now outlawed by the Empress ? alongside the enemies of old, including the grim forces of warlord Caladan Brood, Anomander Rake, Son of Darkness, and his Tiste Andii, and the Rhivi people of the Plains. A boiling tale of corrupted blood, it seethes across the land, devouring all who fail to heed the Word of its elusive prophet. The ravaged continent of Genabackis has given birth to a terrifying new empire: the Pannion Domin. Until comes a time when one final lie is voiced, the one that can only be answered by rage, by cold murder, and on that day, blood shall rain down every wall of this vaunted, weaning society.A triumph of storytelling and the latest thrilling chapter in Steven Erikson?s magnificent fantasy. They will lie, and in time, such liars will convince themselves, will in all self-righteousness divest the liars of culpability. Liars will lie, and continue to do so, even beyond being caught out. Once subsumed, ideals and the honour created by their avowal can never be regained, except, alas, by outright, unconstrained rejection, invariably instigated by the commonry, at the juncture of one particular moment, one single event, of such brazen injustice that revolution becomes the only reasonable response. Truth was lost, a chimera reshaped to match agenda, prejudices, thus consigning the entire political process to a mummer’s charade of false indignation, hypocritical posturing and a pervasive contempt for the commonry. Lies went unchallenged, lawful pursuit became a sham, vulnerable to graft, and justice itself became a commodity, mutable in imbalance.
The meanings of words lost their precision – and no-one bothered taking to task those who cynically abused those words to serve their own ambitions, their own evasion of personal responsibility.
The affliction was too insipid, too much a product of our surrendering mindful regard and diligence. “Denigration afflicted our vaunted ideals long ago, but such inflictions are difficult to measure, to rise up and point a finger to this place, this moment, and say: here, my friends, this was where our honour, our integrity died.
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