What matter the colour of the collar around a man’s neck, if the chains linked to them were identical? - Steven Erikson

Beak, can you hold your own in what’s to come?'
A low murmuring reply: 'Yes sir. You’ll see. Everyone will because you’re all my friends and friends are important. The most important thing in the world. And I’ll show you.

Where history means nothing. Lessons are forgotten. Memories – of humanity, of all that is humane – are lost.

Is that all we mortals are? The victims of tortured irony to amuse an insane murder of gods?

A murder of crows, a murder of gods-I like that, lass.