Slaughters and Massacres

Following on from the strange opening to the chapter, we return to someone we met earlier…

Chapter One – A Distraction

‘One hundred and seventy-five men and women. Two hundred and ten horses. The Nineteenth Regiment of the Itko Kanese Eighth Cavalry.’ The Captain’s throat tightened briefly . He looked at Lorn. ‘Dead’ His horse shied under him as it caught an updraft. He closed savagely on the reins and the animal stilled, nostrils wide and ears back, muscles trembling under him. The Adjunct’s stallion made no move. ‘All had their weapons bared. All fought whatever enemy attacked them. But the dead are all ours.’

– Un-named Captain to Adjunct Lorn, Ch. 1

This entire section was completely disconcerting. It’s not just the people mentioned in the above extract that are dead – there are plenty more – as we discover when Ganoes Paran, now a Lieutenant is tasked to take the Adjunct through the massacre to investigate a couple of beach huts that were found empty. Which seems like an odd thing to do, especially after she gives orders to the un-named captain to ensure that ‘all evidence of the massacre is to be erased.’ The only reason I can think of for that to be important is that it means Empress Laseen wants to keep up appearances – wants to maintain an illusion of control – and the knowledge/evidence of an attack such as this would undermine that and give her enemies an “edge”. I don’t know, I’m not an expert when it comes to that sort of thing. Anyway, I digress.

One of the things I like about this section is how much we see of Paran, and the type of person he’s become. I mean, obviously he’s older – the last time we saw him he was 12 and now he’s 19, so he’s still young, and with that comes a cockiness, or arrogance, which is apparent when he talks about being stationed in Unta. But he’s also pretty ballsy, and not scared about being blunt – and it’s clear that this has come from his experience on the front line.

‘Adjunct, for the past seven hours I have been knee-deep in torn flesh and spilled blood. I’ve been fighting crows and gulls for bodies – do you know what these birds are doing here? Precisely? They’re tearing off strips of meat and fighting over them; they’re getting fat on eyeballs and tongues, livers and hearts. In their frantic greed they fling the meat around…’ He paused, visibly regaining control over himself as he straightened in his saddle. ‘I’m not young any more, Adjunct. As for presumption, I honestly couldn’t care less. Truth can’t be danced around, not out here, not now, not ever again.’

– Ganoes Paran to Lorn, Ch 1.

As it turns out, this brutal honesty gets him onto the Adjunct’s team. Whether this is a good thing or not remains to be seen, but one thing is certain – the devastation of the ‘diversion’ of the first slaughter, is nothing compared to what he finds on the first mission that he is assigned. The Adjunct send him to the town where recruits are signed to fight for the Empire. We see the girl, Sorry, sign up for the Genebackis Campaign – specifically asking to be part of Whiskeyjack’s crew – and also that Lorn, the Adjunct had arrive from Unta only ten minutes before-hand. Sorry’s feet are stained red.

What Paran finds in Gerrom is harrowing. ‘A thorough eliminating of the trail’ he calls it. The distraction, left more destruction in its wake. And it’s so disconcerting it’s palpable. By the time Paran arrives in Unta through a magical warren and meets Laseen in her throne room in a scene I can only describe as being some sort of warped comedic relief, I was so overwhelmed with the emptiness of it all, that the other details didn’t hit me until I looked at the section again. There’s quite a bit here that was interesting:

  • The slaughter by the hounds and subsequent sorcery performed in Gerrom was supposed to distract the Adjunct and the Empress in order to stop them finding out about Sorry.
  • Paran’s meeting with Topper introduced us to magical warrens, used to travel vast distances very quickly.
  • The Empress recognised Ganoes and remembered the conversation he had with the Commander at Mock’s Hold. Having read chapter 2, I thought that it was really interesting that Laseen says this: ‘I wonder what god tossed you two together on that parapet – I would do service to acknowledge its sense of humour.’
  • Topper wasn’t happy that he didn’t know Paran and the Empress had met before
  • Paran isn’t very comfortable being back home
  • His youngest sister Felisin is the poet from the prologue?

And just when I thought I couldn’t get more distressed, we enter another battle two years later. From the information given to us in the extract from Imperial Campaigns 1158-1194 at the beginning of Chapter One, we can see that there are quite a few armies, contracted by the Free Cities that are working to oppose the Empress, including sorcerers – namely the Tiste Andii of Moon’s Spawn. This is interesting, particular given that we learned that Empress Laseen has prohibited sorcery.

In the Year of Burn’s Sleep 1163, the Siege of Pale ended with a now legendary sorcerous conflagration…

– Imperial Campaigns Extract, Ch. 1
Chapter Two – The Fall of Pale

‘On the third hill overlooking the fallen city of Pale, Tattersail stood alone. Scattered around the sorceress the curled remains of burnt armour – greaves, breastplates, helms and weapons – lay heaped in piles. An hour earlier, there had been men and women wearing that armour, but of them there was no sign. The silence within those empty shells rang like a dirge in Tattersail’s head.’

This chapter completely devastated me if I’m completely honest. Everything was so visceral, so real that I got swept away in the narrative and when I’d finished the section I felt like I needed a break. It was so intense. There is so much going on here, that it was totally batshit crazy – from Hairlock being cut in half and re-souled as a puppet which is really freaky because I imagine him to look something like this:

And then you have the immense loss of the Bridgeburners – from nearly one a half thousand to just thirty or so makes the losses in the previous chapter look mild in comparison – and then the betrayal.

I was furious, and upset and all discombobulated about the whole thing.

But my life, it was enjoyable! The sorcery battle was so immense – and our introduction to Lord Anomander Rake is not one that’s going to be forgotten any time soon. This is one powerful guy. There are so many pieces of this chapter that I loved reading – if I quoted them all, I’d end up typing the whole chapter out! I also really enjoyed that we learned more about the history of the Empire, but that again, it wasn’t written like an info dump. I’m finding the Bridgeburners a really interesting crew. We’ve discovered that the fisher-girl, Sorry is now with them and that she’s exhibiting powers of some sort because they all find her downright scary – and if this young girl can scare the pants off these soldiers and mages – that’s extremely disconcerting to say the least.

I was enthralled with The Fatid – The Deck of Dragons – and the way the cards “spoke” to Tattersail – and yet Hairlock, who has been presented as more ‘powerful’ than her, wasn’t aware of the spinning coin – which leaves me wondering if he’s as powerful as he thinks, or if it’s something to do with resonance between the reader of the cards and the cards themselves? There’s definitely more to them than just being a deck of cards, at least I think there is.

General notes and thoughts so far:

  • I’m loving Erikson’s writing style still – world-building, characters and now battle scenes, and they’re all extremely well done, the pacing is great and the imagery is just stunning.
  • The plot is becoming more intriguing now that there are added elements – Hairlock’s ‘survival’, Tayschrenn’s betrayal, the Bridgeburner’s involvement, and Oponn’s spinning coin are all equally intriguing.
  • The epigraphs are still fabulous, and all hold significance. I don’t think that they will necessarily all make sense by the end of the book, but I’d imagine that once I’ve finished GotM, that the meaning behind the ones I’m having more difficulty analysing and understanding will be a lot more apparent.

Mother’s Lament

The further I go through this first book, the more I understand why many readers say that reading Malazan is a huge undertaking and requires commitment. That’s because from the very first, Erikson pulls you in to his world and throws you into the middle of the situation. And although the prologue to Gardens of the Moon is short – as prologues tend to be – it’s chock-full of content and information that at first glance might seem meaningless. One thing I’m learning is that nothing written in this book is meaningless. Everything means something.

The stains of rust seemed to map blood seas on the black, pocked surface of Mock’s Vane…Monstrous and mis-shapen, it had been cold-hammered into the form of a winged demon, teeth bared in a leering grin, and was tugged and buffeted in squealing protest with every gust of wind.

The winds were contrary the day columns of smoke rose over the Mouse Quarter of Malaz City. The Vane’s silence announced the sudden falling-off of the sea breeze that came clambering over the ragged walls of Mock’s Hold, then it creaked back into life as the hot, spark-scattered and smoke-filled breath of the Mouse Quarter reached across the city…


– Prologue Opening, GotM

If the epigraphs hadn’t got me first, this opening would have. The scene just came to life immediately, and everything that followed after wasn’t bad either: it’s clear that it’s not just world building that Erikson is good at, but also characterisation. Not so much our dear Ganoes, well not in the prologue anyway, but the Commander – the Bridgeburner – he’s got promise. These quotes, I feel are the sort you could pass by without paying much attention to, but especially with what we see in Chapter One, are far from meaningless.

‘Every decision you make can change the world. The best life is the one the gods don’t notice. You want to live free, boy, live quietly.’

‘One day I’ll be a soldier,’ Ganoes said.

The man grunted. ‘Only if you fail at all else, son. Taking up the sword is the last act of desperate men. Mark my words and find yourself a more worthy dream.’

I’m continuing on with my thoughts here, but I’m putting things under a cut, because this is where my copy of the book starts looking like a rainbow…

Book One: Pale – Chapter One


I have to admit that the first part of this chapter in particular caught my attention, and on the whole, I’m enjoying the “magical/other-worldly” parts much more at the moment. It’s intriguing. The prophecies, the witches, the “gods” from the other side of the road…

The epigraph that begins this chapter is called Mother’s Lament, credited to Anon, and it’s pretty self-explanatory, so far as I can tell anyway. The histories of war – soldiers riding through the village – someone’s son, someone’s brother, someone’s husband. The families, mothers, sisters, wives left waiting for someone who might not come home, someone who might come home but will never be the same. The old lady Rigga may be a witch, but was also a wife, a mother… and the fisher-girl, who is in awe of all the soldiers until they murder someone right in front of her was a daughter.

Rigga’s not wrong, bones are scattered, and it’s all the same whose they are in war. Any recompense for the loss of an entire family is not enough – it’s still cold in winter, it’s still cold in bed. It’s perfectly understandable that the witch is just a little more than a bit pissed off. That she feels an infinity to a girl who is oblivious to the world and why, is anyone’s guess, but it’s important regardless. In fact, Rigga’s’ prophecy may just prove to be one of the most important things in this book.

‘Mark this truth. I am the last to speak to you. You are the last to hear me. Thus we are linked, you and I, beyond all else.’

Rigga’s fingers snagged tighter in the girl’s hair. ‘ Across the sea the Empress has driven her knife into virgin soil. The blood now comes in a tide and it’ll sweep you under, child, if you’re not careful. They’ll put a sword in your hand, they’ll give you a fine horse, and they’ll send you across that sea. But a shadow will embrace your soul. Now listen! Bury this deep! Rigga will preserve you because we are linked, you and I. But it is all I can do, understand? Look to the Lord spawned in Darkness; his is the hand that shall free you, though he’ll know it not -‘

Her death shocked me, even though I’d just seen the prophecy – it was just so abrupt that I honestly wasn’t expecting it – I thought maybe she’d last a little longer, and I guess she kind of has, given that she’s linked to the girl. The odd thing is, is that I like the introduction of the ‘gods’ even though it’s at her expense. I may change my mind later, but Cotillion, Ammanas and the Hounds are most intriguing, and echo the epigraph of vengeance at the very beginning of this tale.

‘True vengeance needs the slow, careful stalking of the victim. Have you forgotten the pain she once delivered us? Laseen’s back is against the wall already. She might fall without our help. Where would be the satisfaction in that?’

What did the Empress do that delivered pain to a god/to gods? I hope I find out.


On the whole, I’m starting to get more and more intrigued with Erikson’s world, and if the rumours are to be believed – that many readers DNF after this book, before the real story even gets started – I’m already hoping that’s not the case for me.

Foreshadowing

The Emperor is dead!
So too his right hand – now cold, now severed!
But mark these dying shadows,
twinned and flowing bloody and beaten,
down and away from mortal sight…
From sceptre’s rule dismissed,
from gild candelabra the light now fled,
from a hearth ringed in hard jewels,
seven years this warmth has bled…

– Call to Shadow, Felisin, Epigraph Pt I, Prologue GotM

Not all posts about Malazan are going to be like this! Honest!! But poetry is one of the greatest things about literature and I absolutely adore it! Well, most of it! So, the fact that this book is rife with it is just amazeballs! I’m writing this as I read the chapters, so I’ll miss some references (but will more than likely come back to anything I do miss later.) This epigraph, in its entirety is full of foreshadowing. It also gives us a little bit of insight into what’s happened so far. I thought, on first read (because I read it and continued to the prologue) that perhaps it should have been placed at the end rather than the beginning, but I’ve since changed my mind.

Anyway, I digress. The first part of this epigraph tells us that the Emperor is dead! Well, that’s a bit of a bugger for any Empire I would say, and it doesn’t help that his right-hand man has kicked the bucket along with him. It’s an exclamation, which denotes surprise – shock at the announcement. The reference to cold implies a passage of time, and this is confirmed in the next part. Seven years, in fact have passed. And someone, or maybe a couple of someone’s, are not at all happy with that fact. That the dying shadows are twinned, bloody and beaten, shows that there must have been some sort of fight, and they (the shadows) were hurt badly and retreated, but did not forget once the Emperor was gone (sceptre’s rule dismissed.) Whoever the shadows are, the past seven years have been soaked in the blood that was shed (this warmth has bled.) I love the imagery here – you get the majesty with the mention of the hearth ringed in jewels, the light from the candelabra fleeing with the death – it gives the impression that this Emperor was rich beyond measure but was also seen as a ‘light’ in the Empire.

The Emperor is dead.
So too his master’d companion, the rope cut clean.
But mark this burgeoning return –
faltering dark, the tattered shroud –
embracing children in the Empire’s dying light.
Hear now the dirge faint reprised,
before the sun’s fall, this day spills red
on buckled earth, and in obsidian eyes
vengeance chimes seven times…

– Call to Shadow, Felisin, Epigraph Pt II, Prologue GotM

Urgh! Be still my beating heart!!! Honestly, how intense is this!!! And how beautiful is the imagery? The tattered shroud, the burgeoning return – burgeoning, by the way, means intensifying, growing or increasing rapidly – it’s a return that is speeding up, getting closer, day by day. The dark, the shroud (covering, enveloping) embracing the children in the dying light (which implies that the current Empire is in disarray.) It’s so disconcerting, this language, it makes you think “huh, where did this come from” and then, we get the kicker… Those mourning the death of the Emperor are returning, subtle and quiet, but still, returning, and with them comes the promise. Before sunset on the day they’re talking about, blood will be shed, and it will cover the earth at the location of whatever battle they are referring to – in vengeance – the vengeance of obsidian eyes. Obsidian is a volcanic rock that forms from cooled down lava, usually with sharp points because it’s brittle and fractures. Additionally, obsidian is very old, and is a deep, dark black colour more often than not. This is used as a metaphor for the intensity of those who hold to vengeance, but I also think that it has another link in the novel. What that is, I don’t know yet, but I’m fairly sure it’s important – perhaps regarding those who are taking the vengeance. The idea of vengeance chiming seven times is intriguing and leads to lots of possibilities. Perhaps there are seven sets of plots that are particularly tuned to vengeance against the current Empire, or there are seven instances of importance that will ultimately affect the current Empire, or maybe seven people? I am yet to find out, but I’m excited to see how it plays out.

One thing is for certain. I am only two poems/epigraphs and one prologue (which was 6 pages) into this book, and I’m already hooked. Mr. Erikson has most definitely done his job and done it well.

Gardens of the Moon

Now these ashes have grown cold, we open the old book.
These oil-stained pages recount the tales of the Fallen,
a frayed empire, words without warmth. The hearth
has ebbed, its gleam and life’s sparks are but memories
against dimming eyes – what cast my mind, what hue my
thoughts as I open the Book of the Fallen
and breathe deep the scent of history?
Listen, then, to these words carried on that breath.
These tales are the tales of us all, again yet again.
We are history relived and that is all, without end that is all.

Steven Erikson – Gardens of the Moon


This opening is the reason I absolutely fell in love with this book. It’s a beautiful, lyrical opening that reflects well on the pages that follow it. The Book of the Fallen, is presented here as a historical document and we are invited to join in the reading of this book, the hearing of this tale – with the assumption that the reader/narrator is quite elderly (its gleam and life’s sparks are but memories against dimming eyes) and may even have lived through some or all of the events in that history! How crazy is that? The story hasn’t even started yet and the scope of this series is already immense!

The idea of history repeating itself is not a new one, and there are plenty of examples (all of this has happened before and will happen again – iykyk) but the way it is written here, really struck me. Check out these last lines again.

These tales are tales of us all, again yet again.
We are history relived and that is all, without end that is all.

Gives me goosebumps.