Malazan

"Don't think that everything beautiful you see is as it seems; there may be a dark secret behind it, making you regret being alive in that very moment. A beautiful, small island in the middle of the ocean holds a larger and darker entity hidden behind its charm. Be careful what you wish for before it’s too late." ======================================================== Ethan: "Your love is a curse I enjoy falling into, even if it leads me to the abyss." Dhurgham: "Go back to your den, pale one." // "Every time I look into your eyes, I see a world I never want to escape from." Igas: "Fierce—you’re not my type, but you're endearing." Malaz: "Hello, my princess. I didn't want to leave you alone; my heart longed to see my little doe's tail." Rages: "If your love is an illusion or mere chance, then the most beautiful love is what fate brings." Chris: "Half of my soul was torn from me there, in a place beyond my reach, and I know I won't be whole until I reclaim it… no matter the cost." Oscar: "I've seen enough darkness to know how to wield it, so don't make me bring out the worst in myself."

Things are not unfolding the way they should. Someone or something is messing with the very fabric of time itself. Events that were never meant to occur are now happening. People who were destined to die remain alive, while others meant to live now find themselves dead. The natural order has been disrupted. Destinies are being rewritten in ways they were not supposed to. Time itself appears to be malfunctioning, causing ripples that violate the way events were originally fated to play out. The rules that govern what is and isn't possible no longer apply. Reality as it was once understood has been thrown into chaos. P.S. - 1: Chapter names are inspiration from th great manga 'Gintama'. Holy fuck it rhymes =============================================================== P.S. - 2: This is a story that I had in mind for past couple of years but because of many things could never put forward but now I might finish it with you guys. There are few stuff that you should know before jumping into it, for first my inspiration for this book is ASOIAF, Kingkiller Chronicles and Malazan empire. Another thing is there is no thing such as plot armr. Last thing to know is that this is story of whole world, so we will not be following a fixed character but keep changing POV. Each volume will take up to a new place where the story will start from the beginning, for example the first volume will set up a big event which will then be addressed later in second volume near the end, third volume will pick up from somewhere in First volume and join in the big event near the end something like this. The world I have in mind have total of five continents and each of this continent share a different world, so each continent will have a different magic system, different culture, different beliefs, different mindsets of people. Later it will be explained why is that.

The Malazan Empire simmers with discontent, bleddry by interminable warfare, bitter infighting and bloody confrontations. Even the imperial legions, long inured to the bloodshed, yearn for some respite. Yet Empress Laseen's rule remains absolute, enforced by her dread Claw assassins.For Sergeant Whiskey jack and his squad of Bridgeburners, and for Tattersail, surviving cadre mage of the Second Legion, the aftermath of the siege of Pale should have been a time to mourn the many dead. But Darujhistan, last of the Free Cities of Genabackis, yet holds out. It is to this ancient citadel that Laseen turns her predatory gaze.However, it would appear that the Empire is not alone in this great game. Sinister, shadowbound forces are gathering as the gods themselves prepare to play their hand . . . Conceived and written on a panoramic scale, Gardens of the Moon is epic fantasy of the highest order--an enthralling adventure by an outstanding new voice. . . 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. . . The Emperor is dead! . . So too his right hand--now cold, now severed! But mark these dying shadows, twinned and flowing bloody and beaten, down and away from mortal sight. . . From sceptre's rule dismissed, from gild candelabra the light now fled, from a hearth ringed in hard jewels, seven years this warmth has bled. . . The Emperor is dead. So too his master'd companion, the rope cut clean. But mark this burgeoning return faltering dark, the tattered shroud-embracing children in Empire's dying light. Hear now the dirge faint reprised, before the sun's fall, this day spills red on buckled earth, and in obsidian eyes vengeance chimes seven times . . . ———————————— Discord:- RAJABHIDIXIT#5608 Instagram:-THE_DEVILS_LORD_777 SNAPCHAT:- RAJABHI046 * The artwork for the cover belongs to its respective creator. If you wish to share your opinion on this book, don't feel shy and drop a comment or a message. My discord is :-RAJABHIDIXIT#5608