" We never even slowed them. Quick, whatever happened to subtlety? He could see a sliver of sky, could see the wyval wheeling round up there, eager to descend and feed. Grandma, you always said don’t reach too far. Close your dead eyes now, and remember, I loved you so. He left his body, winged skyward. "

― Steven Erikson , Dust of Dreams (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #9)