Felisin's Call to Shadow

There are folds in this shadow . . .

hiding entire worlds.

Call to Shadow

Felisin

(HoC, UK Trade, p.186)

The Emperor is dead!

So too his right hand – now cold, now severed!

But mark these dying shadows,

twinned and flowing bloody and beaten,

down and away from mortal sight . . .

From sceptre’s rule dismissed,

from gild candelabra the light now fled,

from a hearth ringed in hard jewels,

seven years this warmth has bled . . .

The Emperor is dead.

So too his master’d companion, the rope cut clean.

But mark this burgeoning return –

faltering dark, the tattered shroud –

embracing children in Empire’s dying light.

Hear now the dirge faint reprised,

before the sun’s fall, this day spills red

on buckled earth, and in obsidian eyes

vengeance chimes seven times . . .

Call to Shadow (I.i. 1–18)

Felisin (b.1146)

(GotM, UK Trade, p.xviii)

It was said

she turned the blade on herself then

to steal the magic

of life.

Call to Shadow (IX. ii)

Felisin (b.1146)

(GotM, UK Trade, p.485)

With the coming of the Moranth

the tide turned.

And like ships in a harbour

the Free Cities were swept under

Imperial seas.

The war entered its twelfth year,

the Year of the Shattered Moon

and its sudden spawn

of deathly rain and

black-winged promise.

Two cities remained to contest

the Malazan onslaught.

One stalwart, proud banners

beneath Dark’s powerful wing.

The other divided –

– without an army,

bereft of allies –

The strong city fell first.

Call to Shadow

Felisin (b.1146)

(GotM, UK Trade, p.39)

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