Dust of Dreams (The Malazan Book of the Fallen 9)
‘I don’t know,’ he admitted, pouring out some wine as the waiter shuffled away. ‘We may have to do some exploring.’
‘Of what?’
‘The new warrens, of course.’
‘How can they be any different?’ Ebron asked. ‘It’s the fact that they’re mostly the same that’s got things confused-has to be. If they were completely different, there wouldn’t be this kind of trouble.’
‘Good point. Well, we should see if we can nudge things together, until the overlap is precise.’
Deadsmell snorted. ‘Bottle, we’re squad mages, for Hood’s sake. We’re like midges feeding on a herd of bhederin-and here you’re suggesting we try and drive that herd. It’s not going to happen. We haven’t the power-even if we put ourselves together on this.’
‘That’s why I’m thinking we should involve Quick Ben, maybe even Sinn-’
‘Don’t even think that,’ Ebron said, eyes wide. ‘You don’t want her anywhere close, Bottle. I still can’t believe the Adjunct made her High Mage-’
‘Well,’ cut in Deadsmell, ‘since she’s mute she’ll be the only High Mage in history who never complains.’
‘Just Quick Ben, then.’
‘He’ll complain enough for both of them,’ Deadsmell nodded.
‘Just how nasty is he?’ Ebron asked Bottle.
‘Quick? Well, he gave a dragon a bloody nose.’
‘A real dragon or a Soletaken dragon?’
‘It makes no difference, Ebron-you pretty much can’t tell just from looking at them. You’ll only know a Soletaken when it veers. Anyway, don’t forget, he faced down the Edur mages once we quit Seven Cities.’
‘That was illusion.’
‘Ebron, I was in on that-a lot closer than you. Sure, maybe it was illusion, but maybe not.’ He paused, then said, ‘That’s another thing to consider. The local mages. They used raw sorcery, pretty much Chaotic and nothing else. No warrens. But now there’s warrens here. The local mages are in worse shape than we are.’
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‘I don’t know,’ he admitted, pouring out some wine as the waiter shuffled away. ‘We may have to do some exploring.’
‘Of what?’
‘The new warrens, of course.’
‘How can they be any different?’ Ebron asked. ‘It’s the fact that they’re mostly the same that’s got things confused-has to be. If they were completely different, there wouldn’t be this kind of trouble.’
‘Good point. Well, we should see if we can nudge things together, until the overlap is precise.’
Deadsmell snorted. ‘Bottle, we’re squad mages, for Hood’s sake. We’re like midges feeding on a herd of bhederin-and here you’re suggesting we try and drive that herd. It’s not going to happen. We haven’t the power-even if we put ourselves together on this.’
‘That’s why I’m thinking we should involve Quick Ben, maybe even Sinn-’
‘Don’t even think that,’ Ebron said, eyes wide. ‘You don’t want her anywhere close, Bottle. I still can’t believe the Adjunct made her High Mage-’
‘Well,’ cut in Deadsmell, ‘since she’s mute she’ll be the only High Mage in history who never complains.’
‘Just Quick Ben, then.’
‘He’ll complain enough for both of them,’ Deadsmell nodded.
‘Just how nasty is he?’ Ebron asked Bottle.
‘Quick? Well, he gave a dragon a bloody nose.’
‘A real dragon or a Soletaken dragon?’
‘It makes no difference, Ebron-you pretty much can’t tell just from looking at them. You’ll only know a Soletaken when it veers. Anyway, don’t forget, he faced down the Edur mages once we quit Seven Cities.’
‘That was illusion.’
‘Ebron, I was in on that-a lot closer than you. Sure, maybe it was illusion, but maybe not.’ He paused, then said, ‘That’s another thing to consider. The local mages. They used raw sorcery, pretty much Chaotic and nothing else. No warrens. But now there’s warrens here. The local mages are in worse shape than we are.’
‘I still don’t like the idea of some kind of collective ritual,’ Deadsmell said. ‘When you’re under siege you don’t pop your head up over the parapet, do you? Unless you want feather eyelashes.’
‘Well, Fiddler went and did just that with the reading, didn’t he? Nobody died-’
‘Rubbish. A whole building went crashing down!’
‘Nothing new there, Ebron. This whole city is on shaky ground.’
‘People died, is what I’m telling you, Bottle. And if that’s not bad enough, there were plenty of witnesses claiming to see two dragons rise out of the rubble.’ He ducked his head and looked round. ‘I don’t like dragons. I don’t like places where dragons show up all the time. Say we try some ritual-what if fifty dragons come blasting down out of the sky, splatting right on top of us? What then, hey?’
‘Well, I don’t know, Ebron. It depends. I mean, are they real or Soletaken?’
Sinn held Grub’s hand in a tight, sweaty grip. They were edging once more on to the grounds of the old Azath tower. The day was hot, steamy, the air above the tortured mounds glittering with whirling insects. ‘Can you smell it?’ she asked.
He didn’t want to reply.
She shot him a wild look, and then tugged him on to the winding stone path. ‘It’s all new, Grub. You can drink it like water. It tastes sweet-’
‘It tastes dangerous, Sinn.’
‘I can almost see it. New patterns, getting stronger-it’s running roots right through this place. This is all new,’ she said again, almost breathless. ‘Just like us-you and me, Grub, we’re going to leave all the old people behind. Feel this power! With it we can do anything! We can knock down gods!’
‘I don’t want to knock anything down, especially gods!’
‘You didn’t have to listen to Tavore, Grub. And Quick Ben.’
‘We can’t just play with this stuff, Sinn.’
‘Why not? No one else is.’
‘Because it’s broken, that’s why. It doesn’t feel right at all-these new warrens, they feel wrong , Sinn. The pattern is broken.’
They halted just outside the tower’s now gaping doorway and its seemingly lifeless wasp nest. She faced him, eyes bright. ‘So let’s fix it.’
He stared at her. ‘How?’
‘Come on,’ she said, pulling him into the gloom of the Azath tower.