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Book of Armaments 2:9-21 - Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits by elitegoblin
Fandoms: The Malazan Book of the Fallen - Steven Erikson
06 Jun 2016
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Hedge and Fiddler discover what Moranth Munitions can do.
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The Racing Rats by cadmean for misura
Fandoms: The Malazan Book of the Fallen - Steven Erikson
17 Dec 2017
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A mage-emperor and an assassin walk into a bar.
There is no punchline.
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Tea and Sympathy by misura for cadmean
Fandoms: The Malazan Book of the Fallen - Steven Erikson
13 May 2018
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Crokus made an admirable effort to rally, then gave up and left to 'do some gardening'.
Cotillion saw no reason to suspect this claim to be untrue. "Things seem well."
"Better, now that he's accepted that he's not much of a fisherman." Apsalar smiled.
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An unstable Kingdom, its regency on the brink of collapse, plagued by the Dead. A man who wields bells against them in chill waters. A hunter who knows little of the future, save that a necromancer will be the one to kill her.
It always leads back to Death, doesn't it?
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to heed the voice of honor by dirgewithoutmusic
Fandoms: Tortall - Tamora Pierce, PIERCE Tamora - Works
21 Sep 2017
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Kel sat and thought about it all through the long summer-- thought about joining the Riders when she turned sixteen, or going back to the Yamani Isles with her parents, or running away to become an unlawful bandit hunter. She drank tea with her mother and accepted her quiet sympathy. She wondered what was going to happen to Peachblossom. She did her morning glaive practice dances in the heady air of the tiny courtyard garden of her parents' townhouse, where the cook grew herbs and spices in big overflowing boxes.
Summer rolled on. She sat, and she thought, and she did not tell her thoughts to anyone. On the first day of what would have been her second year of page training, she woke before the sun and had a quiet breakfast with her father, and then she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace.
When the pages trailed out to the practice yards with dubious enthusiasm, she was waiting just outside their ground. Her chin was high, her shoulders loose while her hands gripped her weighted staff.
"Probationer," Wyldon barked out her, when one of the boys went to fetch him. "Was I unclear in the spring?"
Kel stared him down, fingers white on her staff, and said, "I'm not a probationer anymore."