THE WARRENS: (the Paths those Warrens accessible to humans)Denul: the Path of Healing the Path of HealingD'riss: the Path of Stone the Path of StoneHood's Path: the Path of Death the Path of DeathMeanas: the Path of Shadow and Illusion the Path of Shadow and IllusionRuse: the Path of the Sea the Path of the SeaRashan: the Path of Darkness the Path of DarknessSere: the Path of the Sky the Path of the SkyTennes: the Path of the Land the Path of the LandThyr: the Path of Light the Path of LightTHE ELDER WARRENSKurald Galain: the Tiste Andii Warren of Darkness the Tiste Andii Warren of DarknessKurald Emurlahn: the Tiste Edur Warren the Tiste Edur WarrenTellann: the T'lan Ima.s.s Warren the T'lan Ima.s.s WarrenOmtose Ph.e.l.lack: the Jaghut Warren the Jaghut WarrenStarvald Demelain: the Tiam Warren, the First Warren the Tiam Warren, the First Warren t.i.tLES AND GROUPSFirst Sword of Empire: Malazan and T'lan Ima.s.s, a t.i.tle denoting an Imperial champion Malazan and T'lan Ima.s.s, a t.i.tle denoting an Imperial championFist: a military governor in the Malazan Empire a military governor in the Malazan EmpireHigh Fist: a commander of armies in a Malazan Campaign a commander of armies in a Malazan CampaignKron T'lan Ima.s.s: the name of the clans under the command of Kron the name of the clans under the command of KronLogros T'lan Ima.s.s: the name of the clans under the command of Logros the name of the clans under the command of LogrosThe Bridgeburners: a legendary elite division in the Malaz 2nd Army a legendary elite division in the Malaz 2nd ArmyThe Pannion Seer: a mysterious prophet ruling the lands south of Darujhistan a mysterious prophet ruling the lands south of DarujhistanThe Warlord: the name for Caladan Brood the name for Caladan BroodThe Claw: the covert organization of the Malazan Empire the covert organization of the Malazan Empire PEOPLES (HUMAN AND NON-HUMAN)Barghast (non-human): pastoral nomadic warrior society (non-human): pastoral nomadic warrior societyForkrul a.s.sail (non-human): extinct mythical people (one of the Four Founding Races) (non-human): extinct mythical people (one of the Four Founding Races)Jaghut (non-human): extinct mythical people (one of the Four Founding Races) (non-human): extinct mythical people (one of the Four Founding Races)Moranth (non-human): highly regimented civilization centred in Cloud Forest (non-human): highly regimented civilization centred in Cloud ForestT'lan Ima.s.s: one of the Four Founding Races, now immortal one of the Four Founding Races, now immortalTiste Andii (non-human): an Elder Race (non-human): an Elder RaceTiste Edur (non-human): an Elder Race (non-human): an Elder RaceTrell (non-human): pastoral nomadic warrior society (non-human): pastoral nomadic warrior society THE DECK OF DRAGONS: THE FATID (AND a.s.sOCIATED ASCENDANTS)High House LifeKingQueen (Queen of Dreams)ChampionPriestHeraldSoldierWeaverMason VirginHigh House DeathKing (Hood)QueenKnight (once Da.s.sem Ultor)MagiHeraldSoldierSpinnerMasonVirginHigh House LightKingQueenChampionPriestCaptainSoldierSeamstressBuilderMaidenHigh House DarkKingQueenKnight (Son of Darkness)MagiCaptainSoldierWeaverMasonWifeHigh House ShadowKing (Shadowthrone/Ammanas)Queena.s.sa.s.sin (the Rope/Cotillion)MagiHoundUnaligned:Oponn (the Jesters of Chance)Obelisk (Burn)CrownSceptreOrbThrone Bonecaster: a shaman of the T'lan Ima.s.s a shaman of the T'lan Ima.s.sD'ivers: a higher order of shapeshiftingOtataral: a magic-negating reddish ore mined from the Tanno Hills, Seven Cities a magic-negating reddish ore mined from the Tanno Hills, Seven CitiesSoletaken: an order of shape-shiftingWarrens of Chaos: the miasmic paths between the Warrens the miasmic paths between the Warrens ASCENDANTSApsalar, Lady of Thieves Lady of ThievesBern, Lord of Storms Lord of StormsBurn, Lady of the Earth, the Sleeping G.o.ddess Lady of the Earth, the Sleeping G.o.ddessCaladan Brood, the Warlord the WarlordCotillion/The Rope (the a.s.sa.s.sin of High House Shadow) (the a.s.sa.s.sin of High House Shadow)Dessembrae, Lord of Tragedy Lord of TragedyD'rek, the Worm of Autumn (sometimes the Queen of Disease, the Worm of Autumn (sometimes the Queen of Disease, see see Poliel) Poliel)Fanderay, She-Wolf of Winter She-Wolf of WinterFener, the Boar (see also Tennerock) the Boar (see also Tennerock)Gedderone, Lady of Spring and Rebirth Lady of Spring and RebirthGreat Ravens, ravens sustained by magic ravens sustained by magicHood (King of High House Death) (King of High House Death)Jhess, Queen of Weaving Queen of WeavingKallor, the High King the High KingK'rul, Elder G.o.d Elder G.o.dMael, Elder G.o.d Elder G.o.dMown, Lady of Beggars, Slaves and Serfs Lady of Beggars, Slaves and SerfsNerruse, Lady of Calm Seas and Fair Wind Lady of Calm Seas and Fair WindOponn, Twin Jesters of Chance Twin Jesters of ChanceOsserc, Lord of the Sky Lord of the SkyPoliel, Mistress of Pestilence Mistress of PestilenceQueen of of Dreams Dreams (Queen of High House Life) (Queen of High House Life)Shadowthrone/Ammanas (King of High House Shadow) (King of High House Shadow)Shedenul/Soliel, Lady of Health Lady of HealthSoliel, Mistress of Healing Mistress of HealingTennerock/Fener, the Boar of Five Tusks the Boar of Five TusksThe Crippled G.o.d, King of Chains King of ChainsThe Hounds (of High House Shadow) (of High House Shadow)Togg (see Fanderay), the Wolf of Winter (see Fanderay), the Wolf of WinterTrake/Treach, the Tiger of Summer and Battle the Tiger of Summer and BattleSon of Darkness/Moon's lord/Anomander Rake (Knight of High House Dark) (Knight of High House Dark)Treach, First Hero First Hero

Steven Erikson's epic fantasy sequence continues in Memories of Ice, Memories of Ice, also also available from Bantam Books.

Here is the Prologue as a taster ...

The ancient wars of the T'lan Ima.s.s and the Jaghut saw the world torn asunder. Vast armies contended on the ravaged lands, the dead piled high, their bone the bones of hills, their spilled blood the blood of seas.

Sorceries raged until the sky itself was fire ...Kinick Karbar'n Ancient Histories, Vol. 1 Ancient Histories, Vol. 1 Maeth'ki lm (Pogrom of the Rotted Flower), the 33rd Jaghut Jaghut War 298,665 years before Burn's Sleep War 298,665 years before Burn's SleepSwallows darted through the clouds of midges dancing over the mudflats. The sky above the marsh remained grey, but it had lost its mercurial wintry gleam, and the warm wind sighing through the air above the ravaged land held the scent of healing.What had once been the inland freshwater sea the T'lan called Jaghra Til born from the shattering of the Jaghut ice-fields was now in its own death-throes. The pallid overcast was reflected in dwindling pools and stretches of knee-deep water for as far south as the eye could scan, but nonetheless, newly birthed land dominated the vista.The breaking of the sorcery that had raised the glacial age had returned to the region the old, natural seasons, but the memories of mountain-high ice lingered. The exposed bedrock to the north was gouged and sc.r.a.ped, its basins filled with boulders. The heavy silts that had formed the floor of the inland sea still bubbled with escaping gases, as the land, freed of the enormous weight with the glacier's pa.s.sing eight years ago, slowly rose.Jaghra Til's life had been short, yet the silts that had settled on its bottom were thick. And treacherous.Pran Chole, Bonecaster of Cannig Tol's clan among the Kron T'lan, sat motionless atop a mostly buried boulder along an ancient beach ridge. The descent before him was snarled in low, wiry gra.s.ses and withered driftwood. Twelve paces beyond, the land dropped slightly, then stretched out into a broad basin of mud. Three ranag had become trapped in a boggy sinkhole twenty paces into the basin. A bull male, his mate and their calf, ranged in a pathetic defensive circle. Mired and vulnerable, they must have seemed easy kills for the pack of ay that found them. But the land was treacherous indeed. The large tundra wolves had succ.u.mbed to the same fate as the ranag. Pran Chole counted six ay, including a yearling. Tracks indicated that another yearling had circled the sinkhold dozens of times before wandering westward, doomed no doubt to die in solitude.How long ago had this drama occurred? There was no way to tell. The mud had hardened on ranag and ay alike, forming cloaks of clay latticed with cracks. Spots of bright green showed where windborn seeds had germinated, and the Bonecaster was reminded of his visions when spiritwalking a host of mundane details twisted into something unreal. For the beasts, the struggle had become eternal, hunter and hunted locked together for all time.Someone padded to his side, crouched down beside him. Pran Chole's tawny eyes remained fixed on the frozen tableau. The rhythm of footsteps told the Bonecaster the ident.i.ty of his companion, and now came the warm-blooded smells that were as much a signature as resting eyes upon the man's face.Cannig Tol spoke. 'What lies beneath the clay, Bonecaster?''Only that which has shaped the clay itself, Clan Leader.''You see no omen in these beasts?'Pran Chole smiled. 'Do you?'Cannig Tol considered for a time, then said, 'Ranag are gone from these lands. So too the ay. We see before us an ancient battle. These statements have depth, for they stir my soul.''Mine as well,' the Bonecaster conceded.'We hunted the ranag until they were no more, and this brought starvation to the ay, for we had also hunted the tenag until they were no more too. The agkor who walk with the bhederin would not share with the ay, and now the tundra is empty. From this, I conclude that we were wasteful and thoughtless in our hunting.''Yet the need to feed our own young-''The need for more young was great.''It remains so, Clan Leader.'Cannig Tol grunted. 'The Jaghut are powerful in these lands, Bonecaster. They did not flee not at first. You know the cost in Ima.s.s blood.' not at first. You know the cost in Ima.s.s blood.''And the land yields its bounty to answer that cost.''To serve our war.''Thus, the depths are stirred.'The Clan Leader nodded and was silent. Pran Chole waited. In their shared words they still tracked the skin of things. Revelation of the muscle and bone was yet to come. But Cannig Tol was no fool, and the wait was not long.'We are as those beasts.'The Bonecaster's eyes shifted to the south horizon, tightened.Cannig Tol continued. 'We are the clay, and our endless war against the Jaghut is the struggling beast beneath. The surface is shaped by what lies beneath.' He gestured with one hand. 'And before us now, in these creatures slowly turning to stone, is the curse of eternity.' There was still more. Pran Chole said nothing. 'Ranag and ay,' Cannig Tol resumed. 'Almost gone from the mortal realm. Hunter and hunted both.''To the very bones,' the Bonecaster whispered.'Would that you had seen an omen,' the Clan Leader muttered, rising.Pran Chole also straightened. 'Would that I had,' he agreed in a tone that only faintly echoed Cannig Tol's wry, sardonic utterance.'Are we close, Bonecaster?'Pran Chole glanced down at his shadow, studied the antlered silhouette, the figure hinted at within the furred cape, ragged hides and headdress. The sun's angle made him seem tall almost as tall as a Jaghut. 'Tomorrow,' he said. 'They are weakening. A night of travel will weaken them yet more.''Good. Then the clan shall camp here tonight.'The Bonecaster listened as Cannig Tol made his way back down to where the others waited. With darkness, Pran Chole would spiritwalk into the whispering earth, seeking those of his own kind. While their quarry was weakening, Cannig Tol's clan was yet weaker. Less than a dozen adults remained. When pursuing Jaghut, the distinction of hunter and hunted had little meaning.He lifted his head and sniffed the crepuscular air. Another Bonecaster wandered this land. The taint was unmistakable. He wondered who it was, wondered why it travelled alone, bereft of clan and kin. And, knowing that even as Pran had sensed its presence so it in turn had sensed his, he wondered why it had not yet sought them out.She pulled herself clear of the mud and dropped down onto the sandy bank, her breath coming in harsh, laboured gasps. Her son and daughter squirmed free of her leaden arms, crawled further onto the island's modest hump. The Jaghut mother lowered her head until her brow rested against the cool, damp sand. Grit pressed into the skin of her forehead with raw insistence. The burns there were too recent to have healed, nor were they likely to. She was defeated, and death had only to await the arrival of her hunters.They were mercifully competent, at least. These T'lan Ima.s.s cared nothing for torture. A swift killing blow. For her, then for her children. And with them this meagre, tattered family the last of the Jaghut would vanish from this continent. Mercy arrived in many guises. Had they not joined in chaining Raest, they would all Ima.s.s and Jaghut both have found themselves kneeling before the Tyrant. A temporary truce of expedience. She'd known enough to flee once the chaining was done; she'd known, even then, that the Ima.s.s clan would resume the pursuit. The mother felt no bitterness, but that made her no less desperate.Sensing a new presence on the small island, her head snapped up. Her children had frozen in place, staring up in terror at the Ima.s.s woman who now stood before them. The mother's grey eyes narrowed. 'Clever, Bonecaster. My senses were tuned only to those behind us. Very well, be done with it.'The young, black-haired woman smiled. 'No bargains, Jaghut? You always seek bargains to spare the lives of your children. Have you broken the kin-threads with these two, then? They seem young for that.''Bargains are pointless. Your kind never agree to them.''No, yet still your your kind try.' kind try.''I shall not. Kill us, then. Swiftly.'The Ima.s.s was wearing the skin of a panther. Her eyes were as black and seemed to match its shimmer in the dying light. She looked well-fed, her large, swollen b.r.e.a.s.t.s indicating that she had recently birthed. The Jaghut mother could not read the woman's expression, only that it lacked the typical grim certainty she usually a.s.sociated with the strange, rounded faces of the T'lan Ima.s.s.The Bonecaster spoke. 'I have enough Jaghut blood on my hands. I leave you to the Kron clan that shall find you tomorrow.''To me,' the mother growled, 'it matters naught which of you kills us, only that you kill us.'The woman's broad mouth quirked. 'I can see your point.'Weariness threatened to overwhelm the Jaghut mother, but she managed to pull herself into a sitting position. 'What,' she asked between gasps, 'do you want?''To offer you a bargain.'Breath catching, the Jaghut mother stared into the Bonecaster's dark eyes, and saw nothing of mockery. Her gaze then dropped, for the briefest of moments, on her son and daughter, then back up to hold steady on the woman's own.The T'lan Ima.s.s nodded slowly.The earth had cracked some time in the past, a wound of such depth as to birth a molten river wide enough to stretch from horizon to horizon. Vast and black, the river of stone and ash reached southwestward, down to the distant sea. Only the smallest of plants had managed to find purchase, and the Bonecaster's pa.s.sage a Jaghut child in the crook of each arm raised sultry clouds of dust that hung motionless in her wake. raised sultry clouds of dust that hung motionless in her wake.She judged the boy at perhaps five years of age; his sister perhaps four. Neither seemed entirely aware, and clearly neither had understood their mother when she'd hugged them goodbye. The long flight down the L'Amath and across the Jaghra Til had driven them both into shock. No doubt witnessing the ghastly death of their father had not helped matters. They clung to her with their small, grubby hands, grim reminders of the child she had but recently lost. Before long, both began suckling at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, evincing desperate hunger. Some time later, the children slept.The lava flow thinned as she approached the coast. A range of hills rose into distant mountains on her right. A level plain stretched directly before her, ending at a ridge half a league distant. Though she could not see it, she knew that on the other side of the ridge, the land slumped down to the sea. The plain itself was marked by regular humps, the mounds were arrayed in concentric circles, and at the centre was a larger dome all covered in a mantle of lava and ash. The rotted tooth of a ruined tower rose from the plain's edge, at the base of the first line of hills. Those hills, as she had noted the first time she had visited this place, were themselves far too evenly s.p.a.ced to be natural. all covered in a mantle of lava and ash. The rotted tooth of a ruined tower rose from the plain's edge, at the base of the first line of hills. Those hills, as she had noted the first time she had visited this place, were themselves far too evenly s.p.a.ced to be natural.The Bonecaster lifted her head. The mingled scents were unmistakable, one ancient and dead, the other.. . less so. The boy stirred in her clasp, but remained asleep.'Ah,' she murmured, 'you sense it as well.'Skirting the plain, she walked towards the blackened tower.The gate was just beyond the ragged edifice, suspended in the air at about six times her height. She saw it as a red welt, a thing damaged, but no longer bleeding. She could not recognize the warren the old damage obscured the portal's characteristics. Unease rippled faintly through her.The Bonecaster set the children down by the tower, then sat on a block of tumbled masonry. Her gaze fell to the two young Jaghut, still curled in sleep, lying on their beds of ash. 'What choice?' she whispered. 'It must be Omtose Ph.e.l.lack. It certainly isn't Tellann. Starvald Demelain? Unlikely.' Her eyes were pulled to the plain, narrowing on the mound rings. 'Who dwelt here? Who else was in the habit of building in stone?' She fell silent for a long moment, then swung her attention back to the ruin. 'This tower is the final proof, for it is naught else but Jaghut, and such a structure would not be raised this close to an inimical warren. No, the gate is Omtose Ph.e.l.lack. It must be so.'Still, there were additional risks. An adult Jaghut in the warren beyond, coming upon two children not of its own blood, might as easily kill them as adopt them. 'Then their deaths stain another's hands, a Jaghut's.' Scant comfort, that distinction. It matters not which of you kills us, only that you kill us. It matters not which of you kills us, only that you kill us. The breath hissed between the woman's teeth. 'What choice?' she asked again. The breath hissed between the woman's teeth. 'What choice?' she asked again.She would let them sleep a little longer. Then, she would send them through the gate. A word to the boy take care of your sister. The journey shall not be long. take care of your sister. The journey shall not be long. And to them both And to them both your mother waits beyond. your mother waits beyond. A lie, but they would need courage. A lie, but they would need courage. If she cannot find you, then one of her kin will. Go then, to safety, to salvation. If she cannot find you, then one of her kin will. Go then, to safety, to salvation.After all, what could be worse than death?She rose as they approached. Pran Chole tested the air, frowned. The Jaghut had not unveiled her warren. Even more disconcerting, where were her children?'She greets us with calm,' Cannig Tol muttered.'She does,' the Bonecaster agreed.'I've no trust in that we should kill her immediately.''She would speak with us,' Pran Chole said.'A deadly risk, to appease her desire.''I cannot disagree, Clan Leader. Yet. . . what has she done with her children?''Can you not sense them?'Pran Chole shook his head. 'Prepare your spearmen,' he said, stepping forward.There was peace in her eyes, so clear an acceptance of her own imminent death that the Bonecaster was shaken. He walked through shin-deep water, then stepped onto the island's sandy bank to stand face to face with the Jaghut. 'What have you done with them?' he demanded.The mother smiled, the skin peeling back to reveal her tusks. 'Gone.''Where?''Beyond your reach, Bonecaster.'Pran Chole's frown deepened. 'These are our lands. There is no place here that is beyond our reach. Have you slain them with your own hands?'The Jaghut c.o.c.ked her head, studied the T'lan Ima.s.s. 'I had always believed you were united in your hatred of our kind. I had always believed that such concepts as compa.s.sion and mercy were alien to your natures.'The Bonecaster stared at the woman, then his gaze dropped away, past her, and scanned the soft clay ground. 'A T'lan Ima.s.s has been here,' he said. 'A woman. The Bonecaster-' The one I could not find in my spiritwalk. The one who chose not to be found. The one I could not find in my spiritwalk. The one who chose not to be found. 'What has she done?' 'What has she done?''She has explored this land,' the Jaghut replied. 'She has found a gate far to the south. It is Omtose Ph.e.l.lack.''I am glad,' Pran Chole said, 'I am not a mother.' And you, woman, should be glad I am not cruel. And you, woman, should be glad I am not cruel. He gestured. Heavy spears flashed past the Bonecaster. Six long, fluted heads of flint punched through the skin covering the Jaghut's chest. She staggered, then folded to the ground in a clatter of spearshafts. He gestured. Heavy spears flashed past the Bonecaster. Six long, fluted heads of flint punched through the skin covering the Jaghut's chest. She staggered, then folded to the ground in a clatter of spearshafts.Thus ended the 33rd Jaghut War.Pran Chole whirled. 'We've no time for a pyre. We must strike southwards. Quickly.'Cannig Tol stepped forward as his warriors went to retrieve their weapons. The Clan Leader's eyes narrowed on the Bonecaster. 'What distresses you?''A renegade Bonecaster has taken the children.''South?''To Morn.'The Clan Leader's brows knitted.'The renegade believes the Rent to be Omtose Ph.e.l.lack.'Pran Chole watched the blood leave Cannig Tol's face. 'Go to Morn, Bonecaster,' he whispered. 'We are not cruel. Go now.'Pran Chole bowed. The Tellann warren engulfed him.The faintest release of her power sent the two Jaghut children upward, into the gate's maw. The girl cried out a moment before reaching it, a longing wail for her mother, whom she imagined waited beyond. Then the two small figures vanished within.The Bonecaster sighed and continued to stare upward, seeking any evidence that the pa.s.sage had gone awry. It seemed, however, that no wound had reopened, no gush of wild power from the portal. Did it look different? She could not be sure. This was new land for her; she had nothing of the bone-bred sensitivity that she had known all her life among the lands of the Tarad clan, in the heart of the First Empire.The Tellann warren opened behind her. The woman spun around, moments from veering into her Soletaken form. An arctic fox bounded into view, slowed upon seeing her, then sembled back into its Ima.s.s form. She saw before her a young man, wearing the skin of his totem animal across his shoulders, and a battered antler headdress. His expression was twisted with fear, his eyes not on her, but on the portal beyond.The woman smiled. 'I greet you, fellow Bonecaster. Yes, I have sent them through. They are beyond the reach of your vengeance, and this pleases me.'His tawny eyes fixed on her. 'Who are you? What clan?''I have left my clan, but I was once counted among the Logros. I am named Kilava.''You should have let me find you last night,' Pran Chole said. 'I would then have been able to convince you that a swift death was the greater mercy for those children than what you have done here, Kilava.''They are young enough to be adopted-''You have come to the place called Morn,' Pran Chole interjected, his voice cold. 'To the ruins of an ancient city-''Jaghut-''Not Jaghut! This tower, yes, but it was built long afterwards, in the time between the city's destruction and the T'ol Ara'd, which but buried something already dead.' He raised a hand, pointed towards the suspended gate. 'It was this this wounding that destroyed the city, Kilava. The warren beyond do you not understand? It is not not Omtose Ph.e.l.lack! Tell me this how are such wounds sealed? You know the answer, Bonecaster!' Omtose Ph.e.l.lack! Tell me this how are such wounds sealed? You know the answer, Bonecaster!'The woman slowly turned, studied the Rent. 'If a soul sealed that wound, then it should have been freed... when the children arrived-''Freed,' Pran Chole hissed, 'in exchange!' 'in exchange!'Trembling, Kilava faced him again. 'Then where is it? Why has it not appeared?'Pran Chole turned to study the central mound on the plain. 'Oh,' he whispered, 'but it has.' He glanced back at his fellow Bonecaster. 'Tell me, will you in turn give up your life for those children? They are trapped now, in an eternal nightmare of pain. Does your compa.s.sion extend to sacrificing yourself in yet another exchange?' He sighed. 'I thought not, so wipe away those tears, Kilava. Hypocrisy ill suits a Bonecaster.''What...' the woman managed after a time, 'what has been freed?'Pran Chole shook his head. He studied the mound again. 'I am not sure, but we shall have to do something about it, sooner or later, Kilava. I suspect we have plenty of time. The creature must now free itself of its tomb, and that has been thoroughly warded. More, there is the T'ol Ara'd's mantle of stone still clothing the barrow.' After a moment, he added, 'but time we shall have.'"'What do you mean?''The Gathering has been called. The Ritual of Tellann awaits us, Bonecaster.'She spat. 'You are all insane. To choose immortality for the sake of a war madness. I shall defy the call, Bonecaster.'He nodded. 'Yet the Ritual shall be done. I have spiritwalked into the future, Kilava. I have seen my withered face of two hundred thousand and more years hence. We shall have our eternal war.'Bitterness filled Kilava's voice. 'My brother shall be pleased.''Who is your brother?''Onos T'oolan, the First Sword.'Pran Chole turned at this. 'You are the Defier. You slaughtered your clan your kin-''To break the link and thus achieve freedom, yes. Alas, my eldest brother's skills more than matched mine. Yet now we are both both free, though what I celebrate, Onos T'oolan curses.' She wrapped her arms around herself, and Pran Chole saw upon her layers and layers of pain. Hers was a freedom he did not envy. She spoke again. 'This city, then. Who built it?' free, though what I celebrate, Onos T'oolan curses.' She wrapped her arms around herself, and Pran Chole saw upon her layers and layers of pain. Hers was a freedom he did not envy. She spoke again. 'This city, then. Who built it?''K'Chain Che'Malle.''I know the name, but little else of them.'Pran Chole nodded. 'We shall, I expect, learn.'

Korelri and Jacuruku, in the Time of Dying 119,736 Years before Burn's Sleep (three years after the Fall of the Crippled G.o.d)The Fall had shattered a continent. Forests had burned, the firestorms lighting the horizon in every direction, bathing crimson the heaving ash-filled clouds blanketing the sky. The conflagration had seemed unending, world-devouring, and through it all could be heard the screams of a G.o.d.Pain gave birth to rage. Rage to poison, an infection sparing no-one.Scattered survivors remained, reduced to savagery, wandering a landscape pocked with huge craters now filled with murky, lifeless water, the sky churning endlessly above them. Kinship had been dismembered, love had proved a burden too costly to carry. They ate what they could, often each other, and scanned the ravaged world around them with rapacious intent.One figure walked alone. Wrapped in rotting rags, he was of average height, his features blunt and unprepossessing. There was a dark cast to his face, a heavy inflexibility in his eyes. He walked as if gathering suffering unto himself, unmindful of its vast weight, walked as if incapable of yielding, of denying the gifts of his own spirit.In the distance, ragged bands eyed the figure as he strode, step by step, across what was left of the continent that would one day be called Korelri. Hunger might have driven them closer, but there were no fools left among the survivors of the Fall, and so they maintained a watchful distance, their curiosity dulled by fear. For the man was an ancient G.o.d, and he walked among them.Beyond the suffering he absorbed, K'rul would have willingly embraced their broken souls, yet he had fed was feeding on the blood spilled onto this land, and the truth was this: the power born of that would be needed.In K'rul's wake, men and women killed men, killed women, killed chidren. Dark slaughter was the river the Elder G.o.d rode.Elder G.o.ds embodied a host of harsh unpleasantries.The foreign G.o.d had been torn apart in his descent to earth. He had come down in pieces, in streaks of flame. His pain was fire, screams and thunder, a voice that had been heard by half the world. Pain, and outrage. And, K'rul reflected, grief. It would be a long time before the foreign G.o.d could begin to reclaim the remaining fragments of its life, and so begin to unveil its nature. K'rul feared that day's arrival. From such a shattering could only come madness.The summoners were dead, destroyed by what they had called down upon them. There was no point in hating them, no need to conjure up images of what they in truth deserved by way of punishment. They had, after all, been desperate. Desperate enough to part the fabric of chaos, to open a way into an alien, remote realm; to then lure a curious G.o.d of that realm closer, ever closer to the trap they had prepared. The summoners sought power.All to destroy one man.The Elder G.o.d has crossed the ruined continent, had looked upon the still-living flesh of the Fallen G.o.d, had seen the unearthly maggots that crawled forth from that rotting, pulsing meat and broken bone. Had seen what those maggots flowered into. Even now, as he reached the battered sh.o.r.eline of Jacuruku, the ancient sister continent to Korelri, they wheeled above him on their broad, black wings. Sensing the power within him, they were hungry for its taste. But a strong G.o.d could ignore the scavengers that trailed in his wake, and K'rul was a strong G.o.d. Temples had been raised in his name. Blood had for generations soaked countless altars. The nascent cities were wreathed in the smoke of forges, pyres, the red glow of humanity's dawn. The First Empire had risen, on a continent half a world away from where K'rul now walked. An empire of humans, born from the legacy of the T'lan Ima.s.s.But it had not been alone for long. Here, on Jacuruku, in the shadow of long-dead K'Chain Che'Malle ruins, another empire had emerged. Brutal, a devourer of souls, its ruler was a warrior without equal. K'rul had come to destroy him, had come to snap the chains of twelve million slaves even the Jaghut Tyrants had not commanded such heartless mastery over their subjects. No, it took a mortal human to achieve this level of tyranny over his kin.Two other Elder G.o.ds were converging on the Kallorian Empire. The decision had been made. The three last of the Elders would bring to a close this High King's despotic rule. K'rul could sense his companions. Both were close; both had been comrades once, but they all, K'rul included, had changed, had drifted far apart. This would mark the first conjoining in millennia.He could sense a fourth presence as well, a savage, ancient beast following his spoor. A beast of the earth, of winter's frozen breath, a beast with white fur bloodied, wounded almost unto death by the Fall. A beast with but one surviving eye to look upon the destroyed land that had once been its home long before the empire's rise. Trailing, but coming no closer. And, K'rul well knew, it would remain a distant observer to all that was about to occur. The Elder G.o.d could spare it no sorrow, yet was not indifferent to its pain.We each survive as we must, and when time comes to die, we find our places of solitude . . .The Kallorian Empire had spread to every sh.o.r.eline of Jacuruku, yet K'rul saw no-one as he took his first steps inland. Lifeless wastes stretched out on all sides. The air was grey with ash and dust, the skies overhead churning like lead in a smith's cauldron. The Elder G.o.d experienced the first breath of unease, sidling chill across his soul. Above him the G.o.d-sp.a.w.ned scavengers cackled as they wheeled.A familiar voice spoke in K'rul's mind. Brother, I am upon the north sh.o.r.e. Brother, I am upon the north sh.o.r.e.And I the west.'Are you troubled?'I am. All is .. . dead.'Incinerated. The heat remains deep beneath the beds of ash. Ash . . . and bone.A third voice spoke. Brothers, I am come from the south, where once dwelt the cities. Brothers, I am come from the south, where once dwelt the cities. All All destroyed. The echoes of a continent's death' cry still linger. Are we deceived? Is this illusion? destroyed. The echoes of a continent's death' cry still linger. Are we deceived? Is this illusion?K'rul addressed the first Elder who had spoken in his mind. 'Draconus, I too feel that death-cry. Such pain ... indeed, more dreadful in its aspect than that of the Fallen One. If not a deception as our sister suggests, what has he done?'We have stepped onto this land, and so all share what you sense, K'rul, Draconus replied. I, Draconus replied. I, too, am not certain of its truth. Sister, do you approach the High King's abode? too, am not certain of its truth. Sister, do you approach the High King's abode?The third voice spoke. I do, brother Draconus. Would you and brother K'rul join me now, that we may confront this mortal as one? do, brother Draconus. Would you and brother K'rul join me now, that we may confront this mortal as one?'We shall.'Warrens opened, one to the far north, the other directly before K'rul.The two elder G.o.ds joined their sister upon a ragged hilltop where wind swirled through the ashes, spinning funereal wreathes skyward. Directly before them, on a heap of burnt bones, was a throne.The man seated upon it was smiling. 'As you can see,' he rasped after a moment of scornful regard, 'I have ... prepared for your arrival. Oh yes, I knew you were coming. Draconus, of Tiam's kin. K'rul, Opener of the Paths.' His grey eyes swung to the third Elder. 'And you. you. My dear, I was under the impression that you had abandoned your .. . old self. Walking among the mortals, playing the role of middling sorceress such a deadly risk, though perhaps this is what entices you so to the mortal game. You've stood on fields of battles, woman. One stray arrow .. .' He slowly shook his head. My dear, I was under the impression that you had abandoned your .. . old self. Walking among the mortals, playing the role of middling sorceress such a deadly risk, though perhaps this is what entices you so to the mortal game. You've stood on fields of battles, woman. One stray arrow .. .' He slowly shook his head.'We have come, Kallor,' K'rul said, 'to end your reign of terror.'The man's brows rose. 'You would take from me all that I have worked so hard to achieve? Fifty years, dear rivals, to conquer an entire continent. Oh, perhaps Ardatha still held out always late in sending me my rightful tribute but I ignored such petty gestures. She has fled, did you know? The b.i.t.c.h. Do you imagine yourselves the first to challenge me? The Circle brought down a foreign G.o.d. Aye, the effort went awry, thus sparing me the task of killing the fools with my own hand. And the Fallen One? Well, he'll not recover for some time, and even then, do you truly imagine he will accede to anyone's bidding? I would have-''Enough,' Draconus growled. 'Your prattling grows wearisome, Kallor.''Very well,' the High King sighed. He leaned forward. 'You've come to liberate my people from my tyrannical rule. Alas, I am not one to relinquish such things. Not to you, not to anyone.' He settled back, waved a languid hand. 'Thus, what you would refuse me, I now refuse you.'Though the truth was before K'rul's eyes, he could not believe it. 'What have-''Are you blind?' Kallor shrieked, clutching at the arms of his throne. 'It is gone! Kallor shrieked, clutching at the arms of his throne. 'It is gone! They They are gone! Break the chains, will you? Go ahead no, I surrender them! Here, all about you, is are gone! Break the chains, will you? Go ahead no, I surrender them! Here, all about you, is now free now free! Dust! Bones! All free!''You have in truth incinerated an entire continent?' the sister Elder whispered. 'Jacuruku-''It is more, and never again shall be. What I have unleashed will never heal. Do you understand me? Never. And it is all your fault. Yours. Paved in bone and ash, this n.o.ble road you chose to walk. Your Your road.' road.''We cannot allow this-''It is done, you foolish woman!'K'rul spoke within the minds of his kin. It must done. I will fashion a must done. I will fashion a ... ... a place for this. a place for this. Within Within myself. myself.A warren to hold all this? Draconus asked in horror. My Draconus asked in horror. My brother brother-No, it must be done. Join with Join with me now, this shaping will not be easy me now, this shaping will not be easy-It will break you, K'rul, his sister said. There must his sister said. There must be another way. be another way.None. To leave this continent as it is . . .no, this this world is young. To carry such a scar . . . world is young. To carry such a scar . . .What of Kallor? Draconus inquired. What Draconus inquired. What of this . . . this creature? of this . . . this creature?We mark him, K'rul replied. We K'rul replied. We know his deepest desire, do we not? And the span of his life? know his deepest desire, do we not? And the span of his life?Long, my friends.Agreed.K'rul blinked, fixed his dark, heavy eyes on the High King. 'For this crime, Kallor, we deliver appropriate punishment. Know this: you, Kallor Eiderann Tes'thesula, shall know mortal life unending. Mortal, in the ravages of age, in the pain of wounds and the anguish of despair. In dreams brought to ruin. In love withered. In the shadow of Death's spectre, ever a threat to end what you will not relinquish.'Draconus spoke. 'Kallor Eiderann Tes'thesula, you shall never ascend.' ascend.'Their sister said, 'Kallor Eiderann Tes'thesula, each time you rise, you shall then fall. All that you achieve shall turn to dust in your hands. As you have wilfully done here, so it shall be in turn visited upon all that you do.''Three voices curse you,' K'rul intoned. 'It is done.'The man on the throne trembled. His lips drew back in a rictus snarl. 'I shall break you. Each of you. I swear this upon the bones of twelve million sacrifices. K'rul, you shall fade from the world, you shall be forgotten. Draconus, what you create shall be turned upon you. And as for you, woman, unhuman hands shall tear your body into pieces, upon a field of battle, yet you shall know no respite thus, my curse upon you, Sister of Cold Nights. Kallor Eiderann Tes'thesula, one voice, has spoken three curses. Thus.'They left Kallor upon his throne, upon its heap of bones. They merged their power to draw chains around a continent of slaughter, then pulled it into a warren created for that sole purpose, leaving the land itself bared. To heal.The effort left K'rul broken, bearing wounds he knew he would carry for all his existence. More, he could already feel the twilight of his worship, the blight of Kallor's curse. To his surprise, the loss pained him less than he would have imagined.The three stood at the portal of the nascent, eternally lifeless realm, and looked upon their handiwork.Then Draconus spoke. 'I am forging a sword.'K'rul and the Sister of Cold Nights nodded, for this was known to them both.'The power I have invested possesses a ... a finality.''Then,' K'rul whispered, 'you must make alterations in the final shaping.''So it seems. I shall need to think long on this.'After a long moment, K'rul and his brother turned to their sister.She shrugged. 'I shall endeavour to guard myself. When my destruction comes, it will be through betrayal and naught else. There can be no precaution against such a thing, lest my life become its own nightmare of suspicion and mistrust. To this, I shall not surrender. Until that moment, I shall continue to play the mortal game.''Careful, then,' K'rul murmured, 'whom you choose to fight for.''Find a companion,' Draconus advised. 'A worthy one.''Wise words from you both. I thank you.'There was nothing more to be said. The three had come together, with an intent they had now achieved. Perhaps not in the manner they would have wished, but it was done. And the price had been paid. Willingly. Three lives and one, each destroyed. For the one, the beginning of eternal hatred. For the three, a fair exchange.Elder G.o.ds, it has been said, embodied a host of unpleasantries.In the distance, the beast watched the three figures part ways. Riven with pain, white fur stained and dripping blood, the gouged pit of its lost eye glittering wet, it held its hulking ma.s.s on trembling legs. It longed for death, but death would not come. It longed for vengeance, but those who had wounded it were dead. There but remained the man seated on the throne, the one who had laid waste to the beast's home. Time enough for the settling of that score.A final longing filled the creature's ravaged soul. Somewhere, amidst the conflagration of the Fall and the chaos that followed, it had lost its mate and was now alone. Perhaps she still lived. Perhaps she wandered, wounded as he was, searching the broken wastes for a sign of him. Or, perhaps she had fled, in pain and terror, to the warren that had given fire to her spirit. Wherever she had gone a.s.suming she still lived he would find her.The three distant figures unveiled warrens, each vanishing into their Elder realms. The beast elected to follow none of them. They were young ent.i.ties as far as he and his mate were concerned, and the warren she might have fled to was, in comparison to those of the Elder G.o.ds, ancient. The path that awaited him was perilous, and he knew fear in his labouring heart. The portal that opened before him revealed a grey-streaked, swirling storm of power. The beast hesitated, then strode into it.And was gone.