Toll the hounds : a tale of the Malazan book of the fallen

The Eighth Book In Erikson's Acclaimed Malazan Book Of The Fallen Fantasy Sequence It Is Said That Hood Waits At The End Of Every Plot, Every Scheme, Each Grandiose Ambition. But This Time It Is Different: This Time The Lord Of Death Is There At The Beginning... Darujhistan Swelters In The Summer Heat And Seethes With Portents, Rumours And Whispers. Strangers Have Arrived, A Murderer Is Abroad, Past-tyrannies Are Stirring And Assassins Seem To Be Targeting The Owners Of K'rul's Bar. For The Rotund, Waistcoat-clad Man Knows Such Events Will Be Dwarfed By What Is About To Happen: For In The Distance Can Be Heard The Baying Of Hounds. Far Away, In Black Coral, The Ruling Tiste Andii Appear Oblivious To The Threat Posed By The Fast-growing Cult Of The Redeemer - An Honourable, One-mortal Man Who Seems Powerless Against The Twisted Vision Of His Followers. So Hood Waits At The Beginning Of A Conspiracy That Will Shake The Cosmos, But At Its End There Is Another: Anomander Rake, Son Of Darkness, Has Come To Right An Ancient And Terrible Wrong... 'Fantasy cliches are dodged or given new twists; the narrative teems with clever invention . . . the writing is excellent' SFX ___ In Darujhistan, the saying goes that Love and Death shall arrive together, dancing... It is summer and the heat is oppressive, yet the discomfiture of the small rotund man in the faded red waistcoat is not entirely due to the sun. Dire portents plague his nights and haunt the city's streets like fiends of shadow. Assassins skulk in alleyways but it seems the hunters have become the hunted. Strangers have arrived, and while the bards sing their tragic tales, somewhere in the distance can be heard the baying of hounds. All is palpably not well. And in Black Coral too something is afoot. Memories of ancient crimes surface, clamouring for revenge and Anomander Rake, Son of Darkness, has come to right an ancient and terrible wrong. And so it would seem that Love and Death are indeed about to make their entrance... This is epic fantasy at its most imaginative, storytelling at its most exciting. ___ What readers are saying: ***** 'Epic action and breathless tension' ***** 'Dark and compelling . . . it was really hard to put down' ***** 'Innovative, unexpected . . . filled with laugh out loud humour, but also terribly poignant' The eighth book in Erikson's extraordinary, acclaimed and bestselling fantasy sequence.It is said that Hood waits at the end of every plot, every scheme, each grandiose ambition. But this time it is different: this time the Lord of Death is there at the beginning...Darujhistan swelters in the summer heat and seethes with portents, rumours and whispers. Strangers have arrived, a murderer is abroad, past-tyrannies are stirring and assassins seem to be targeting the owners of K'rul's Bar. For the rotund, waistcoat-clad man knows such events will be dwarfed by what is about to happen: for in the distance can be heard the baying of hounds.Far away, in Black Coral, the ruling Tiste Andii appear oblivious to the threat posed by the fast-growing cult of the Redeemer - an honourable, one-mortal man who seems powerless against the twisted vision of his followers.So Hood waits at the beginning of a conspiracy that will shake the cosmos, but at its end there is another: Anomander Rake, Son of Darkness, has come to right an ancient and terrible wrong... In Darujhistan, the saying goes that Love and Death shall arrive together, dancing... And in Black Coral too, ruled over by Anomander Rake Son of Darkness, something is afoot - memories of ancient crimes surface, clamouring for revenge, so it would seem that Love and Death are indeed about to make their entrance... While the city of Darujhistan becomes increasingly subject to assassins, tyrants, and the oppressive summer weather, Anomander Raks, Son of Darkness, plots a deadly revenge from the distant city of Black Coral