" Caladan Brood, the menhired one, winter-bearing, barrowed and sorrowless . . .” Calot picked up the next lines.   “. . . in a tomb bereaved of words, and in his hands that have crushed anvils—” Tattersail continued, “the hammer of his song— he lives asleep, so give silent warning to all—wake him not. "

― Steven Erikson , Gardens of the Moon (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #1)