" When the day knew only darkness,
the wind a mute beggar stirring ashes and stars
in the discarded pools beneath the old
retaining wall, down where the white rivers
of sand slip grain by grain into the unseen,
and every foundation is but a moment
from a horizon's stagger, I found myself
among friends and so was made at ease
with my modest list of farewells

Soldier Dying
Fisher kel Tath "

― Steven Erikson , The Bonehunters (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #6)