Traveller's face slowly descended into a dangerous frown. "I will not be swayed from my task. Not even delayed—"
"No, of course not." Shadowthrone waved an ephemeral hand. "The very opposite, in fact. We urge you. We exhort you. Make haste, set true your course, seek out your confrontation. Let nothing and no one stand in your way."
Traveller's frown deepened.
A soft laugh from Cotillion. "No need. He speaks true, First Sword. It is our pleasure to enable you, in this particular matter."
"I will not bargain with him."
"We know."
"I am not sure you fully understand—"
"We do."
"I mean to kill Hood. I mean to kill the God of Death."
"Best of luck to you!" said Shadowthrone.
More silence.
Toll the Hounds, by Steven Erikson (Malazan Book of the Fallen #8)



















