Assail: A Novel of the Malazan Empire (Novels of the Malazan Empire)
Ian C. Esslemont
This follow-up to Ian C. Esslemont's Blood and Bone is certain to please Malazan fans.
Tens of hundreds of thousands of years of ice is melting, and the land of Assail, lengthy a byword for risk and inaccessibility, is finally yielding its secrets and techniques. stories of gold chanced on within the region's north circulation in each waterfront dive and sailor's tavern and now numerous adventurers and fortune-seekers have set sail looking for riches. these types of adventures need to advisor them are legends and garbled stories of the risks that lie in wait -- antagonistic coasts, fields of ice, impassable obstacles and weird, terrifying creatures. yet all debts concur that the folk of the north meet all trespassers with the sword. And past are rumored to lurk Elder monsters out of history's very beginnings. Into this turmoil ventures the mercenary corporation, the red protect. now not drawn via agreement, yet by means of the promise of solutions: solutions to mysteries that Shimmer, moment in command, wonders may still also be sought. Arriving additionally, a part of an uneasy alliance of Malazan fortune-hunters and Letherii soldiery, comes the bard Fisher kel Tath. And with him is a Tiste Andii who was once chanced on washed ashore and who can't take into accout his earlier lifestyles, but who instructions way more energy than he quite may still. additionally venturing north is expounded to be a strong champion, a guy who as soon as fought for the Malazans, the bearer of a sword that slays gods: Whiteblade.
And finally, a ways to the south, a girl guards the shore waiting for either her allies and her enemies. Silverfox, newly incarnated Summoner of the timeless military of the T'lan Imass, will do something to forestall the renewal of an ages-old campaign which could lay waste to the whole continent and past.
Casting mild on mysteries spanning the Malazan Empire, and supplying a glimpse of the storied and epic background that formed it, "Assail" is the ultimate bankruptcy within the epic tale of the Empire of Malaz.
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You!’ He set his fingers on Kyle’s shoulders. ‘You’ve crammed out.’ The strumming stopped. A determine emerged from the darkish, tall and lean with lengthy immediately darkish hair. He moved with the grace of a courtier and carried what seemed like a wood field set with strings throughout its face. Stalker motioned to him. ‘Fisher. Fisher Kel Tath.’ ‘Fisher? The bard?’ the guy bowed. ‘Indeed. and also you are Kyle … no longer the Kyle as soon as of the purple shield, significant other to Greymane, the Stonewielder?’ Kyle was once embarrassed,.