Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Forge of Darkness 3 - Steven Erikson

"‘We never had an army, Sagral,’ Haut replied, the vertical slits of his pupils narrowing as if in bright light. ‘We are Jaghut. Armies are anathema, and we have no taste for war. When facing fools who proclaim themselves our enemy, we simply destroy them. And we are thorough. For centuries you have tested us, and each time we have flung you back.’ ‘We came in small packs,’ Sagral said in a growl. ‘This time, we shall come in our thousands.’ ‘And when you came to raid, in your small packs, Sagral, we were content to drive you off, killing only a few of you. Should you now come in your thousands, our restraint is at an end.’" 3.5 out of 5 http://www.tor.com/stories/2012/08/forge-of-darkness-chapter-three-excerpt