Un Dios inclemente

Many years have passed since the Teblor warriors unleashed chaos and slaughter on Silver Lake. Now the northern tribes no longer raid the southern lands. The city has recovered, but the legacy lives on. In fact, Karsa Orlong, one of the three, is now revered as a god, albeit an indifferent god. In fact, throughout the world of Malaz adherents to various religions have sprung up. There are the worshipers of Coltaine, the God of Black Wings, and the cult of Iskar Jarak, the Keeper of the Dead, abounds among the Imperial soldiery. In response to reports of growing unease from tribes beyond the border, a legion of Malazan infantry marches on Silver Lake. They don't know what they're going to face, but despite the fact that the Malazan army has evolved, one thing hasn't changed: they are willing to face anything. Or die trying. High in the mountains, a new chieftain is in command of the Teblor. Marked by the exploits of Karsa Orlong, he intends to face his god even if he has to cross the Malazan Empire leaving a trail of blood. But further north a new threat looms, and now it seems the Teblor are running out of time. Another long-feared migration is about to begin. This time there are tens of thousands and they are preparing to march south. In their path, only a company of Malazan Marines. It seems that in Lago de Plata the past is going to repeat itself, and that is never good.