Crack'd Pot Trail: A Malazan Tale of Bauchelain and Korbal Broach

By Steven Erikson

It is an indisputable fact: provide evil a reputation and everyone's chuffed. supply it names and…why, they are even happier.

Intrepid necromancers Bauchelain and Korbal Broach, scourges of civilization, raisers of the lifeless, reapers of the souls of the residing, devourers of wish, betrayers of religion, slayers of the blameless, and modest personifications of evil, have much to reply to for and solution they are going to. referred to as the Nehemoth, they're pursued through numerous self-professed defenders of decency, sanity, and civilization. in the end, considering the fact that whilst does evil thrive unchallenged? good, often―but now not this time.

Hot on their heels are the Nehemothanai, avowed hunters of Bauchelain and Korbal Broach. within the corporation of a bunch of artists and pilgrims, stalwart Mortal Sword Tulgord Vise, pious good Knight Arpo Relent, stern Huntsman Steck Marynd, and 3 of the redoubtable Chanter brothers (and their lone sister) locate themselves confronted with the harshest of selections. The mythical Crack'd Pot path, a stretch of harsh desolate tract among the Gates of Nowhere and the Shrine of the detached God, has turn into a tortured course of deprivation.

Will honor, ethical probity, and advantage end up champions within the face of brutal necessity? No, after all now not. do not be silly.

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