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Dienstag, 23. Mai 2006, 23:49


Da ich eigentlich bei jedem der Bücher immer mal wieder so ein, zwei Sätze habe, die ich richtig genial finde, wollte ich mal langsam beginnen, die zu sammeln. Mein erster Beitrag in der Hinsicht stammt aus der englischen Version, weil meine deutsche im Moment verliehen ist, und spielt im Prolog.
Im Dialog zwischen Paran und Elster:


"The world," Ganoes said, "doesn't need another wine merchant."
The commander's eyes narrowed, gauging. He opened his mouth to make the obvious reply, then shut it again.


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Donnerstag, 24. August 2006, 14:20


"I must prepare for battle I think. One I will loose."
Kruppe's eyes widened with sudden comprehension. "You are being used," he breathed.
"Perhaps. If so, then the Child Gods have made a grave error. After all," a ghastly smile seem to come into his tone, "I will loose a battle. But I will not die"

- Gardens of the Moon, Seite 222.
He was of the Old Guard,
commanding the honed edge
of Empire's fury,
and so in stepping down
but not away
he remained the remembrance
before her eyes, the curse
of conscience she would not stand.

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Donnerstag, 24. August 2006, 17:22

Dieses Zitat ist mir beim reread auch aufgefallen, welcher junge Gott benutzt denn K'rul?
Doch Cotillion hatte ihn beschämt.
Kein Wunder, dass der elende Kerl ein Gott ist. Beim Atem des Vermummten, ich habe noch nie zuvor solche Begabung gesehen. Und dann noch dieses verdammte Seil!

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Donnerstag, 24. August 2006, 17:26

Ich würde ja auf Shadowthrone tippen...oder Oponn, denn durch deren Eingreifen wurde ja Crokus gerettet, wodurch der Assassine starb und K'rul erweckt wurde (wenn ich die Szene richti im Kopf habe)
Sadness is just another word for not enough coffee

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Donnerstag, 24. August 2006, 17:35

Ja, ich tippe auch auf Oponn. Was maschine sagt ist richtig!
Aber wie gesagt, Oponns gesamtes Handeln in GdM ist für mich kaum begreiflich. Wahrscheinlich macht das die Gottheit Oponn aus :D Was sie für einen Vorteil hat, gegen Haus Schatten und den Jaghut Tyrannen vorzugehen versteh ich eifnach nicht.
He was of the Old Guard,
commanding the honed edge
of Empire's fury,
and so in stepping down
but not away
he remained the remembrance
before her eyes, the curse
of conscience she would not stand.



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Donnerstag, 24. August 2006, 20:36


Gardens of the Moon, Seite 255
He was of the Old Guard,
commanding the honed edge
of Empire's fury,
and so in stepping down
but not away
he remained the remembrance
before her eyes, the curse
of conscience she would not stand.

einfach toll!
He was of the Old Guard,
commanding the honed edge
of Empire's fury,
and so in stepping down
but not away
he remained the remembrance
before her eyes, the curse
of conscience she would not stand.



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Samstag, 26. August 2006, 14:42

Tool im Doppelpack :D


Gardens of the Moon, Seite 347
"Convergence," Tool said. "Power ever draws other power. It is not a complicated thought, yet it escaped us, the Imass." The ancient warrior swung his head to the Adjunct. "As it escapes their children. The Jaghut well understood the danger. Thus they avoided one another, abandoned each other to solitude, and left a civilization to crumble into dust. The Forkrul Assail understood as well, though they chose another path. What is odd, Adjunct, is that of these three founding peoples, it is the Imass whose legacy of ignorance survived the ages."
Lorn stared at Tool. "Was that an attempt at humour?" she asked.
The T'lan Imass adjusted his helmet. "That depends on your mood, Adjunct."


Gardens of the Moon, Seite 348
"Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?"
The Imass shrugged before replying. "I think of futility, Adjunct."
"Do all Imass think about futility?"
"No. Few think at all."
"Why is that?"
The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. "Because, Adjunct, it is futile."
He was of the Old Guard,
commanding the honed edge
of Empire's fury,
and so in stepping down
but not away
he remained the remembrance
before her eyes, the curse
of conscience she would not stand.

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Samstag, 4. November 2006, 13:34

bin grade dabei Die Gärten des Mondes zu lesen und da ist mir diese stelle aufgefallen:

"Ihr müsst wissen, dass die Quorls fliegen. Sie haben Flügel. Vier, um genau zu sein. Ihr könnt durch sie hindurchsehen, und wenn euch der Sinn danach steht, könnt ihr diese Flügel sogar mit Eurem Finger durchstoßen. Aber das solltet ihr tunlichst unterlassen, wenn Ihr gerade eine Viertelmeile über dem Boden seid, ja? Denn obwohl der Weg nach unten ziemlich weit ist, wird es trotzdem rasend schnell gehen. Habt ihr mich verstanden Hauptmann?"

Die Gärten des Mondes, Seite 121


Montag, 8. Oktober 2007, 20:28

Hier ist mein Favorit:


Ich sehe einen Mann
im Feuer hocken;
er lässt mich kalt,
und ich frage mich,
was macht er hier so kühn
in meinem Scheiterhaufen ...

Die Gärten des Mondes, Kapitel 7, Seite 253

Könnte jemand so nett sein und die englische Version posten? Wär echt Klasse.


Montag, 8. Oktober 2007, 21:01

Aber klar doch. :D

I see a man
crouched in a fire
who leaves me cold
and wondering what
he is doing here so boldly
crouched in my pyre...
"Der Mensch hat das Netz des Lebens nicht gewebt. Er ist nur ein Strang des Netzes, und was immer er dem Netz antut, tut er sich selbst an."


Montag, 8. Oktober 2007, 21:35

Danke! :jipii:


Montag, 6. September 2010, 03:53

Now these ashes have grown cold,we open the old book.
These oil-stained pages recount the tales of the Fallen,
a frayed empire, words without warmth. The heath
has ebbed, its gleam and life's sparks are but memories
against dimming eyes – what cast my mind, what hue my
thoughts as I open the Book of the Fallen
and breathe deep the scent of history?
Listen, then, to these words carried on that breath.
These tales are the tales of us all, again yet again.
We are history relived and that is all, without end that is all.

Page 72
As usual, always an even trade.

Page 74
Thousands upon thousands of Great Ravens. They must have nested among the crags and pocks in the Moon's surface. Their shrieks grew more defined, a caterwaul of outrage. They wheeled out of the Moon, their fifteen-foot wingspans catching the wind and lifting them high above the city and plain.
Fear lurched into terror in Tattersail's heart.
Hairlock barked a laugh and whirled to them. “These are the Moon's messengers, colleagues!” Madness glittered in his eyes. “These carrion birds!” He flung back his cloak and raised his arms. “Imagine a lord who's kept thirty thousand Great Ravens well fed!”

Page 86
In some military headquarters back in the Empire's capital of Unta, three thousand leagues distant, an anonymous aide would paint a red stroke across the 2nd Army on the active list, and then write in fine script beside it: Pale, late winter, the 1163rd Year of Burn's Sleep. Thus would be the death of nine thousand men and women be noted. And then forgotten.

Page 87
In past battles they'd fought like rabid dogs to keep the enemy the legions from killing her. This time, it was a mage war. Her territory. Favours were traded in the 2nd. It's what kept everyone alive, and what made the 2nd a legion legend. Those soldiers had expectations, and they had the right to them. They'd come to her for salvation. And they died for it.

Page 96
“Captain,” Topper said quietly, “ greater men than you have died for less. The Empress expects obedience of her servants, and demands loyalty.”
"Any reasonable ruler would nave the expectation and the demand the other way round.”

Page 97
Darujhistan – the greatest city in the world. Would it come to the Empire in flames? Was there wisdom in opening its gates? Within the troubled borders of the Malazan Empire, people lived in such peace as their ancestors had never imagined; and if not for the Claw, for the endless wars in distant lands, there would be freedom as well. Had this been the Emperor's dream at the very beginning? Did it matter any more?

Page 102
“The Emperor was insane,” Bellurdan said. “Else he would have protected himself better.”

Page 137
The apparition cackled, then stopped abruptly. “How unfortunate. A mellifluous, deep-throated laugh would be more to my liking.[...]”
The apparition opened its jaws as if to laugh, then clacked them shut. “No,” it muttered, “not again.” It hobbled back to the Gate, pausing once to turn back and wave.

Page 176
"[...]Shall Kruppe accept this challenge, then? What are gods, after all, if not the perfect victims?”

Page 196
The Barbican, and all it stood for, patiently waited still, a spectre of the past, hungry to be born yet again.

Page 199
"[...] I am but a winged witness to your eternal madness.”
In quiet mockery Baruk said, “More than just a witness. It's well known how you and your kind feasted on the plains outside Pale's walls.”
"Yet we were not the first to feast on flesh and blood, Lord, lest you forget.”

Page 210
Such remarkable eyes, he thought. One moment a deep hue of amber, cat-like and unnerving, the next grey and banded like a snake's – a fell rainbow of colours to match any mood. He wondered if they were capable of lying.

Page 212
The man [Rake] shaped his power, not the other way round. Such control was, well, inhuman.

Page 225
Coming from somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought he heard a coin spinning. It seemed a sad sound.

Page 284
With a beatific smile Kruppe sat. “Such a hot day,” he said, eyeing the carafe of wine on the mantelpiece.
Ignoring this, Baruk strode to the window then turned his back to it. He studied the man, wondering if he would ever catch a glimpse of what lay beyond Kruppe's cherubic demeanour. “What have you heard?” He asked softly.
"What has Kruppe heard? What hasn't Kruppe heard!”
Baruk raised an eyebrow. “How about brevity?”
The man shifted in the chair and mopped his forehead. “Such heat!” seeing Baruk's expression harden, he continued, “Now for the news.” He leaned forward, his voice falling to a whisper. “'Tis muttered in corners in the bars, in dark doorways of dank streets, in the nefarious shadow of nocturnal night, in-”
"Get on with it!”

Page 257
Whiskeyjack stepped down from the rock, his boots sinking into moss. “Tell me, Moranth, might a squadron of your Black be patrolling this area two weeks from now?”
The Moranth's head swivelled audibly towards the lake. “Such unscheduled patrols are common. I expect to command one myself in two week's time.”

Page 285
A small smile came to Lorn's mouth as the scene emerged in her mind: the High Fist a worn, weary one-armed man, the Empress's Adjunct, her sword arm in a sling, and Toc the Younger; last representative of the Claw on Genabackis, one-eyed and half his face scarred by fire. Here they were, representatives of three of the four Empires powers on the continent, and they all looked like hell.

Page 292
"Damn you,” the High Mage grated. “If you had a hand in this I'll find it, and that is a promise.”
Dujek raised an eyebrow. “A hand in what, High Mage?” he asked coolly.
"I've just been to to the Hall of Records. A fire? The place looks like the inside of an oven.”
Lorn rose and stepped between them. “High Mage Tayschrenn,” she said, in a low, dangerous tone, “perhaps you could tell me why this matter of some fire n some bureaucrat's chamber should override all other considerations?”
Tayschrenn blinked. “I beg your pardon, Adjunct,” he said tightly but within the Hall of Records were the city's census lists.” His dark eyes swung past her to fix on Dujek. “Wherein all the names of Pale's nobility could be found.”
"Unfortunate,” the High Fist said. “Have you begun an investigation? My staff's services are, of course, entirely at your disposal.”
"Unnecessary, High Fist,” the wizard drawled sardonically. “Why make all your other spies redundant?”

Page 294
"Challenging that man's loyalty to the Empire is insulting, and it's that very insult that may well turn him. Dujek is not just one man. Right now he's ten thousand , and in a year's time he'll be twenty-five thousand. He doesn't yield when you push, does he? No, because he can't. He's got ten thousand soldiers behind him – and, believe me, when they get angry enough to push back, you'll not be able to withstand them. As for Dujek, he'll just end up being carried on the tide.”

Page 302
"Has your horse recovered?” the Adjunct asked.
Toc nodded as he filled his goblet. “Doing handstands the last time I looked in on her,” he said.
Lorn smiled tentatively, as if unsure whether he was mocking her. “I've explained your vital role in keeping me alive, Toc the Younger, how you loosed four arrows on the fly, and brought down four Barghast.”
He looked at her sharply. “I didn't know I had the last two shots in me,” he said.
How long was that blink? Gods below, it was a fucking eternity.


Montag, 6. September 2010, 03:54

Page 305
Tayschrenn spoke softly, “The woman named Lorn, the woman who once was a child, who once had a family,” he looked upon the Adjunct with anguish in his eye, “that woman does not exist. She ceased to exist the day she became the Adjunct.”
Lorn stared at the two men, her eyes wide.
Standing beside her, Toc watched those words battering her will, crushing the anger, shattering into dust every last vestige of identity. And from her eyes rose the icy, clinical repose of the Adjunct of the Empress. Toc felt his heart pounding hard against his chest. He'd just witnessed an execution. The woman named Lorn had risen from the turgid mists of the past, reclaim its life – and she had been denied. Not by the words of Dujek or Tayschrenn, but by the thing known as the Adjunct.

"Often, when we camped on the march, I'd see you lugging that travelling wardrobe of yours around. Now I finally see what was in it. Sorceress, your a sight for a sore eye.”
A look of gratitude entered Tattersail's gaze. She raised an eyebrow. “I hadn't realizes my travelling wardrobe garnered such attention.”
Toc grinned. “I'm afraid you've provided a standing jock in the Second. Anything surprising, be it an ambush or an unplanned skirmish – the enemy invariably came from your travelling wardrobe, Sorceress.”
Dujek guffawed behind him. “I've often wondered where that phrase came from, and damn, I heard it a lot – even from my officers.”

Page 312
"Should you ever outrun the guild within your past, Sorceress, you will have outrun your soul. When it finds you again it will kill you.”

The voice that spoke beside her jolted her in the saddle and her mount snorted in fear and sidestepped.
"I will walk with you,” Onos T'oolan said, “for a time.”
Lorn glared at the T'lan Imass. “I would rather you announced your arrival,” she said tightly, “from a distance.”
"As you wish.” Onos T'oolan sank into the ground like so much dust.
The Adjunct cursed. Then she saw him waiting a hundred yards ahead of her, back-lit by the rising sun.

Page 388
"By all means,” Kruppe said. “There is more to life then petty thievery, after all.”
Mammot grinned. “Why, Kruppe, I'm surprised to hear that coming from you.”

Page 424

"Ben Adaephon Delat,” Pearl said plaintively “see the last who comes . You send me to my death.”
"I Know,” Quick Ben whispered.
"Flee, then. I will hold them enough to ensure your escape, no more.”
Quick Ben sank down past the roof.
Before he passed from sight Pearl spoke again. “Ben Adaephon Delat, do you pity me?”
"Yes ,” he replied softly, then pivoted and dropped down into darkness.

Page 426
Nor would he recognize hope if it came to him. Too much a stranger, too long a ghost.

Page 448
“You see, the empress knows who the lord is, and what he possesses.”
Lorn nodded. “He is Tiste Andii, and a High Mage.”
A rasp of laugher came from Tool. “Adjunct, he is Anomander Rake, the Son of Darkness. Bearer of Dragnipur.”
Lorn frowned.
Tool seemed to have noticed her confusion, for the Imass elaborated. “Dragnipur is sword, born of the Age before Light. And Darkness, Adjunct, is the Goddess of the Tiste Andii.”
A few minutes later, Lorn found her voice. “The Empress,” she said quietly, “knows how to pick her enemies.”

Page 452
Coll leaned towards Crokus. “You're wondering why I'm wearing all this amour,” he whispered loudly. “It's because Kruppe's in charge. When Kruppe 's in charge I don't feel safe unless I'm prepared for war.[...]”

Page 456
They [the Jaghut] would not, she realizes, have started a war.
"Oh, Laseen,” she murmured, tears welling in her eyes, “I know why we fear this Jaghut Tyrant. Because he became human, he became like us, he enslaved, he destroyed, and he did it better than we could.” She lowered her head into her hands. “That's why we fear.”

Page 518
"[...] Within Moon's Spawn are the last of the Tiste Andii on this world. We are dying, Alchemist. O cause seems great enough to return to my people the zest for life. I try, but inspiration has never been a great talent of mine. Even this Malazan Empire could not make us rise to defend ourselves – until we ran out of places to run to.
We still die on this continent. Better that it be by the sword.” He let his hands slip from his lap. “Imagine your spirit dying while your body lives on. Not for ten years, not for fifty. But a body that lives on for fifteen, twenty thousand years.”
Rake rose swiftly. He looked down upon a silent Baruk, and smiled a smile that launched a dagger of pain into the alchemist's heart. “Thus duty holds me, yet a duty that is in itself hollow. Is it enough to preserve the Tiste Andii? Simply preserve them? Do I raise Moon's Spawn into the heavens, where we live on, beyond any risk, any treat? What, then, will I be preserving? A history, a particular point of view.” He shrugged. “The history is done, Baruk, and the Tiste Andii point of view is one of disinterest, stoicism and quiet, empty despair. Are these gits to the world worthy of preservation? I think not.”
Baruk had no immediate response. What Anomander Rake had described was almost beyond comprehension, yet its anguished cry reached through to the alchemist. “And yet,” ha said, “here you are. Allied with the Empire's victims. Do you stand alone in this, Anomander Rake? Do your people approve?”
"They care not,” Rake said. “They accept my commands. They follow me. They serve Calamine Brood when I ask them to. And they die in the mud and forests of a land that is not their own, in a war not their own, for a people who a terrified of them.”
Baruk sat forward. “Then why? Why do you do all this?”
A harsh laugh was Rake's response. After a moment, however, his bitter amusement fell away and he said, “Is an honourable cause worth anything these days? Does it matter that we've borrowed it? We fight as well as any man. We die alongside them. Mercenaries of the spirit. And even that is a coin we scarcely value. Why? It doesn't matter why. But we never betray our allies.[...]”

Page 609

"A moment,” he muttered, eyes on the figure now emerging from the carriage. “It's the alchemist's carriage,” he said, “but that's hardly Baruk, now, is it?”
Lady Simmental looked. “Rake unleashed!” she gasped. “Who would that be?”
"Baruk's guest,” Orr said drily.
Her grip bit into his arm. “I'm aware of his privilege, Councilman. Tell me, have you seen this one before?”
The man shrugged. “He's masked. How could I tell?”
"How many men do you know, Turban, who are seven feet tall and wear two-handed swords strapped to their backs?”

Page 623
Rallick stepped back, weapons once again hidden beneath his cloak. “A thousand other deaths,” he whispered, so low that only Baruk and Rake heard him, “would not have satisfied me. But I settle with this one.”

Page 635
"[...] In this age even a mortal can kill you. The tide of enslavement has reversed itself. It is now we gods who are the slaves, and the mortals our masters – through they know not.” [K'rul to Raest]

Page 667
Moon's Spawn had arrived, to clear the streets, to silence the festival of rebirth.

Page 672
The two were silent for along minute , then K'rul sighed. “I am lost. In this world. In this time.”
Rake grunted. “You are not alone with those sentiments, Eldering One.”
"Do I follow your steps, lord? Di i seek out new battles, new games to play in the company of Ascendants? Are you rewarded in spirit for your efforts?”
"Sometimes,” Rake said quietly. “But mostly, no, I am not.”
The hooded face turned to the Tiste Andii. “Then why?”
"I know no other way of living.”

Page 696
"The Queen of Darkness spoke thus of light when it was born: “It is new, and what is new is innocent , and what is innocent is precious. Observe this child of wonder, ad know respect.””

Und wer das jetzt alles gelesen hat ist selbst schuld.^^
How long was that blink? Gods below, it was a fucking eternity.