Fuck yeah, Malazan!

To live is to wage war against the Abyss. In our growth we find conquest, in our stagnation we find ourselves under siege, and in our dying our last defences are assailed.

To love in absence is to float on ever still waters. No sudden currents. No treacherous tides. No possibility of drowning.

"We still die on this continent. Better that it be by the sword." He let his hand slip from his lap. "Imagine your spirit dying while your body lives on. Not for ten years, not for fifty. But a body that lives on for fifteen, twenty thousand years."

“Evil is nothing but a word, an objectification where no objectification is necessary. Cast aside this notion of some external agency as the source of inconceivable inhumanity - the sad truth is our possession of an innate proclivity towards indifference, towards deliberate denial of mercy, towards disengaging all that is moral within us. But if that is too dire , let’s call it evil. And paint it with fire and venom.” ― Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds