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Dust of Dreams

On the Letherii continent the exiled Malazan army commanded by Adjunct Tavore begins its march into the eastern Wastelands, to fight for an unknown cause against an enemy it has never seen. The fate awaiting the Bonehunters is one no soldier can prepare for, and one no mortal soul can withstand – the foe is uncertainty and the only weapon worth wielding is stubborn courage. In war everyone loses, and this brutal truth can be found in the eyes of every soldier in every world. Destinies are never simple. Truths are neither clear nor sharp. "The Tales of the Malazan Book of the Fallen" are drawing to a close in a distant place, beneath indifferent skies, as the last great army of the Malazan Empire seeks a final battle in the name of redemption. Final questions remain to be answered: can one's deeds be heroic when no one is there to see it? Can that which is unwitnessed forever change the world? The answers await the Bonehunters, beyond the Wastelands.

Steven Erikson

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<p>Steven Erikson</p><empty-line></empty-line><p>Dust of Dreams</p>

The ninth book in the Malazan Book of the Fallen series, 2009

Ten years ago I received an endorsement from a most

unexpected source, from a writer I respected and admired.

The friendship born in that moment is one I deeply treasure.

With love and gratitude, I dedicate this novel

to Stephen R. Donaldson.

<p>Acknowledgments</p>

Commenting on the first half of a very long, two-volume novel is not an easy task. My thanks (and sympathy) go to William Hunter, Hazel Kendall, Bowen Thomas-Lundin, and Aidan-Paul Canavan for their percipience and forbearance. Appreciation also goes to the staff at The Black Stilt and Café Macchiato in Victoria who were very understanding in my surrender to caffeine-free coffee. Thanks too to Clare Thomas; and special gratitude goes to my students in the writing workshop I have been conducting for the past few months. Shannon, Margaret, Shigenori, Brenda, Jade, and Lenore: you have helped remind me what fiction writing is all about.

<p>Author’s Note</p>

While I am, of course, not known for writing door-stopper tomes, the conclusion of ‘The Malazan Book of the Fallen’ was, to my mind, always going to demand something more than modern bookbinding technology could accommodate. To date, I have avoided writing cliff-hangers, principally because as a reader I always hated having to wait to find out what happens. Alas, Dust of Dreams is the first half of a two-volume novel, to be concluded with The Crippled God. Accordingly, if you’re looking for resolutions to various story-threads, you won’t find them. Also, do note that there is no epilogue and, structurally, Dust of Dreams does not follow the traditional arc for a novel. To this, all I can ask of you is, please be patient. I know you can do it: after all, you have waited this long, haven’t you?

Steven Erikson

Victoria, B.C.

<p>Dramatis Personae</p><empty-line></empty-line><p>The Malazans</p>

Adjunct Tavore

High Mage Quick Ben

Fist Keneb

Fist Blistig

Captain Lostara Yil

Banaschar

Captain Kindly

Captain Skanarow

Captain Faradan Sort

Captain Ruthan Gudd

Captain Fast

Captain Untilly Rum

Lieutenant Pores

Lieutenant Raband

Sinn

Grub

<p>The Squads</p>

Sergeant Fiddler

Corporal Tarr

Koryk

Smiles

Bottle

Corabb Bhilan Thenu’alas

Cuttle

Sergeant Gesler

Corporal Stormy

Shortnose

Flashwit

Mayfly

Sergeant Cord

Corporal Shard

Limp

Ebron

Crump (Jamber Bole)

Sergeant Hellian

Corporal Touchy

Corporal Brethless

Balgrid

Maybe

Sergeant Balm

Corporal Deadsmell

Throatslitter

Galt

Lobe

Widdershins

Sergeant Thom Tissy

Tulip

Gullstream

Sergeant Urb

Corporal Reem

Masan Gilani

Saltlick

Scant

Sergeant Sinter

Corporal Pravalak Rim

Honey

Strap Mull

Shoaly

Lookback

Sergeant Badan Gruk

Corporal Ruffle

Skim

Nep Furrow

Reliko

Vastly Blank

Sergeant Primly

Corporal Kisswhere

Hunt

Mulvan Dreader

Neller

Skulldeath

Drawfirst

Dead Hedge

Alchemist Bavedict

Sergeant Sunrise

Sergeant Nose Stream

Corporal Sweetlard

Corporal Rumjugs

<p>The Khundryl</p>

Warleader Gall

Hanavat (Gall’s wife)

Jarabb

Shelemasa

Vedith

<p>The Perish Grey Helms</p>

Mortal Sword Krughava

Shield Anvil Tanakalian

Destriant Run’Thurvian

<p>The Letherii</p>

King Tehol

Queen Janath

Chancellor Bugg

Ceda Bugg

Treasurer Bugg

Yan Tovis (Twilight)

Yedan Derryg (the Watch)

Brys Beddict

Atri-Ceda Aranict

Shurq Elalle

Skorgen Kaban

Ublala Pung

Witch Pully

Witch Skwish

Brevity

Pithy

Rucket

Ursto Hoobutt

Pinosel

<p>The Barghast</p>

Warleader Onos Toolan

Hetan

Stavi

Storii

Warchief Stolmen

Warlock Cafal

Strahl

Bakal

Warchief Maral Eb

Skincut Ralata

Awl Torrent

Setoc of the Wolves

<p>The Snake</p>

Rutt

Held

Badalle

Saddic

Brayderal

Imass

Onrack

Kilava

Ulshun Pral

T’lan Imass

Lera Epar

Kalt Urmanal

Rystalle Ev

Brolos Haran

Ilm Absinos

Ulag Togtil

Nom Kala

Inistral Ovan

K’Chain Che’malle

Matron Gunth’an Acyl

J’an Sentinel Bre’nigan

K’ell Hunter Sag’Churok

One Daughter Gunth Mach

K’ell Hunter Kor Thuran

K’ell Hunter Rythok

Shi’Gal Assassin Gu’Rull

Sulkit

Destriant Kalyth (Elan)

<p>Others</p>

Silchas Ruin

Rud Elalle

Telorast

Curdle

The Errant (Errastas)

Knuckles (Sechul Lath)

Kilmandaros

Mael

Olar Ethil

Udinaas

Sheb

Taxilian

Veed

Asane

Breath

Last

Nappet

Rautos

Sandalath Drukorlat

Withal

Mape

Rind

Pule

Bent

Roach

Dust of Dreams

<p>Prologue</p>

Elan Plain, west of Kolanse

There was light, and then there was heat.

They’d camped near the only tree in any direction, but not under it. The tree was a gamleh tree and the gamlehs were angry with people. In the dusk of the night before, its branches had been thick with fluttering masses of grey leaves, at least until they drew closer. This morning the branches were bare.

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