For I, am not yet done.
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 hearth
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.
Taken from: 'Gardens of the Moon - a Tale of the Malazan Book of the Fallen'
by Steven Erikson
In my dreams I come face to face
with myriad reflections of myself,
all unknown and passing strange.
They speak unending
in languages not my own
and walk with companions
I have never met, in places
my steps have never gone.
In my dreams I walk worlds
where forests crowd my knees
and half the sky is walled ice.
Dun herds flow like mud,
vast floods tusked and horned
surging over the plain,
and lo, they are my memories,
the migrations of my soul.
- In the Time before Night
D'arayans of the Rhivi
Taken from: 'Memories of Ice' by Seteven Erickson
Book three of the 'Malazan Book of the Fallen' series
Beyond these thin hide walls
a child sits, before her on worn silk
a Deck is arrayed.
She cannot yet speak
and the scenes before her
she's never before seen in this life.
The child gazes upon a lone card
named Obelisk, the stone grey
she can feel its roughness in her mind.
Obelisk stands buried in a grassy knoll
like a knuckle protruded
from the earth, past and future.
This child's eyes are wide
with terror, for cracks have appeared
in the stone of stones and she knows
the shattering is begun.
Taken from: 'Gardens of the Moon'
I AM NO LONGER HERE.
But I guess you knew that.
Hello and Welcome to Elske's new (and somewhat improved) MyO.
To be honest, there's not really much going on here, but feel free to give it a once-over for anyhting you might like.
Personally, I only have access to the Internet on weekends, so if you miss me here during those three days, you could also look for me on Gaia.
(Find me under [Elske]-[XXIX])
...Ask me anything about everything. I know people. WORD.
It's like... the Mafia. Only on a weekend basis. Like the Mafia playing gholf... or at the Don's villa in Cicily. 0_______0
Whatever. Just PM me if you have questions.
"And I know you say
that I can't care for someone,
but are you that clever
that you smile forever?"
'Shinobi vs. Dragon Ninja'
-The Lost Prophets
If you've got any good ones, give a holler.
>Pyromaniac Warning - If you see me running and laughing... run for your life.<
"I've got Soul but I'm not a Soldier..."
-All These Things that I've Done - The Killers
By the way, there are...
...out of all y'all have bothered to sign my GB, not counting those who've left.
Marionettes dance afield
beneath masterly hands -
I stumble among them
crossed by the strings
in tangled two-step
and curse all these fools
in their mad pirouette -
I shall not live as they do
oh, no, leave me in my
circled dance -
twitchings you see
I swear on Hood's Grave
is artistry in motion
-Sayings of the Fool
Taken from: 'Gardens of the Moon'
-Interrested in any clubs up there? CLICK, DERNIT!-
'How many times, dear traveller, will you walk
the same path?'
Taken from: 'House of Chains' by Steven Erickson
Book four of the 'Malazan Book of the Fallen' series