Sinn

Half Sister to Corporal Shard of the Ashok Regiment.

Khalam : Ashok Regiment.

Stationed in Genabaris a few years past. Then sent back to . . . Ehrlitan, I think. Hood rot the bastards, I’d have thought they would have stayed loyal.(HoC)

‘Well, we’ve a mage just arrived. Says she can knock a hole where that door is. A big hole. Ah, here she comes now.’

 The woman approaching was young, slight and pallid. And Malazan.

 Ten paces away, her steps faltered, then she halted, light brown eyes fixing now on Kalam.

Khalam : She’s very young. ‘You showed fine acting abilities earlier on. And you’ve surprising skill as a mage, for one so . . .’

‘Minor magicks only, I’m afraid. I was being schooled.’

‘Who was your instructor?’

‘Fayelle. Who’s now with Korbolo Dom. Fayelle, who slid her knife across the throats of my father and mother. Who went hunting for me, too. But I slipped away, and even with her sorcery she could not find

me.’ (HoC)

‘I poisoned their water.’

Kalam blanched behind his mask. ‘Poison? What kind?’

‘Tralb.’

Then a shadow settled over her.

‘I’ve been looking for you.’

Fayelle frowned. The face hovering above her belonged to the past.

The desert had aged it, but it nevertheless remained a child’s face. Oh, spirits below. The child. Sinn. My old . . . student . . .

She watched the girl raise a knife between them, angle the pointdown, then set it against her neck.

Fayelle laughed. ‘Go ahead, you little horror. I’ll wait for you at Hood’s Gate . . . and the wait won’t be long—’

The knife punched through skin and cartilage.

Fayelle died.  (HOC)

She shot him a look.  "Did you know, I had a Tanno tutor?  A Spiritwalker."

"I don't know anything about them.  Seven Cities priests, right?" (DoD)

Sinn's Mage abilities 

Faradan Sort followed suit, for she could now see what he had seen -- a strange black stain spreading out from the flames, the tongues of fire flickering back, dying, the stain deepening, circular, and out from its heart staggered a figure, shedding charred leathers, clasps and buckles falling away to bounce on the street. Stumbling towards them, flames dancing in the full head of hair -- dancing, yet not burning.  Closer, and Faradan Sort saw it was a girl, a face she then recognised.  “She’s from Cord’s Ashok squad.  That’s Sinn.” (BH

Fire flickered round another witch, then snapped out as something rolled over everyone on the road -- cool, sweet, power -- like a merciful god’s breath.  Even Blistig, despiser of all things magic, could feel this emanation, this terrible, beautiful will.

Driving the flames in the breach back, opening a swirling dark tunnel.

From which figures staggered.

Nether was on her knees near the Adjunct -- the only person on the road still standing -- and Blistig saw the Wickan girl turn to Tavore, heard her say,  “It’s Sinn.  Adjunct, that child’s a High Mage.  And she doesn’t even know it --”(BH)

Keneb: And somewhere out there was Captain Faradan Sort and Sinn.  Two deserters(BH)

Sinn & Grub - from DoD

"I could just set it on fire."

"No sorcery, Sinn, not here."(DoD)

"You ever gonna talk to anybody but me?"  Grub asked.

"No."  The single word was absolute, immutable, and it did not invite any further discussion on that issue.

But Sinn was not in the mood for easy distraction.  "I look at you and I think … Mockra."

With a triumphant gesture Sinn awakened the coals in the fireplace, although the flames flaring to life there were strangely lurid, spun through with green and blue tendrils.

"That's too easy for you,"  Grub said.  "I didn't even feel a warren."

Her small hands made fists at her sides.  The flames dancing from the stone floor climbed the frame of the chamber's entranceway, snapping and sparking.

Grub snorted,  "The way you make it talk…."

"It can shout, too, Grub."

He nodded.  "Loud enough to break the world, Sinn."

"I would, you know,"  she said with sudden vehemence,  "just to see what it can do.  What I can do."

"What's stopping you?"

She grimaced as she turned away.  "You might shout back." 

Grub to Kindly : "Sinn will burn you to a crisp!" 

I'll tell you who made me.  An assassin named Kalam.  He found me hiding with a bunch of bandits who were pretending to be rebels.  He carved things on to my soul, and then he left.  And then I was made a second time – I was added on to.  At Y'Ghatan, where I found the fire that I took inside me, that now burns on and on like my very own sun.  And after, there was Captain Faradan Sort, because she knew that I knew they were still alive – and I knew because the fire never went out – it was under the city, burning and burning.  I knew – I could feel it."  She stopped then, panting to catch her breath, her eyes wild as a wasp-stung cat's. (DoD)

Sinn & Grub from Fiddler's reading in DoD

The first struck was the girl, Sinn.  "Virgin of Death."  As the card smacked into her chest it heaved her, limbs flailing, up to a section of wall just beneath the ceiling.  The sound she made when she hit was sickening, and she went limp, hanging like a spiked rag doll.

"Sceptre." 

Grub shrieked, seeking to fling himself to one side, and the card deftly slid beneath him, fixing onto his chest and shoving him bodily across the floor, up against the wall just left of the door.