What Makes A Malazan Soldier

Not Even The Lichen Of The Tundra Is At Peace. All Is Struggle, All Is War For Dominance. Those Who Lose, Vanish. -and We’re No Different You’re Saying- We Are, Soldier. We Possess The Privilege Of Choice. The Gift Of Foresight. Though Often We Come Too Late In Acknowledging Responsibilities….

All That We Were Has Led Us To Where We Are, But Tells Us Little Of Where We’re Going. Memories Are A Weight You Can Never Shrug Off.

You’re Loitering, Citizen.” “actually, I Was Hesitating.

So You Say, With Your Shiny Hair And Pouty Lips - And Those Breasts - Just Wait Till You Start Dropping Whelps, They'll Be At Your Ankles One Day, Big As They Are - Not The Whelps, The Breasts. The Whelps Will Be In Your Hair - No, Not The Shiny Hair On Your Head, Well, Yes, That Hair, But Only As A Manner Of Speech.

Gods, I Wish The World Was Full Of Passive Women.he Thougt For A Moment Longer, Then Scowled. On Second Thoughts, What A Nightmare That'd Be. It's The Job Of A Man To Fan The Spark Into Flames, Not Quench It.