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" that each city forever wept beneath the streets, forever laughed, shouted, hawked wares and bartered and prayed and drew first breaths that brought life and the last breaths that announced death. Beneath the streets there were dreams, wisdom, foolishness, fears, rage, grief, lust and love and bitter hatred. The "
― Steven Erikson , Deadhouse Gates (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #2)
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" He was an apparition, and in answer to his nightmarish appearance Felisin laughed, on the edge of hysteria. ‘Remember the Round, Heboric? In Unta? Hood’s acolyte, the priest covered in flies . . . who was naught but flies. He had a message for you. And now, what do I see? Staggering into view, a man aswarm – not in flies but in tattoos. Different gods, but the same message, that’s what I see. Let Fener speak through those peeling lips, old man. Will your god’s words echo Hood’s? Is the world truly a collection of balances, the infinite tottering to and fro of fates and destinies? Boar of Summer, Tusked Sower of War, what do you say? "
― Steven Erikson , Deadhouse Gates (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #2)