ORB, SCEPTRE, THRONE, a MALAZAN novel by Ian Cameron Esslemont

In the nameless shanty town rambling westward of Darujhistan, an old woman squatted in front of her shack carving a stick beneath a night sky dominated by the slashing lurid green banner of the Scimitar. Her hair was a wild bush about her head tied with lengths of string, ribbon, beads, and twists of leather. Her bare feet where they poked out beneath her layered skirts were as dark as the earth the toes gripped. She droned to herself in a language no one understood.

An old woman living alone in a decrepit hut was nothing unusual for the shanty town, peopled as it was by the poorest, most brokendown of the lowest class of tannery workers, sewer cleaners and garbage haulers of Darujhistan. Every second shack seemed occupied by an old widow or grandmother, the menfolk dying off early as they do everywhere – the men claiming this proves they do all the hard work, and the women knowing it’s because men aren’t tough enough to endure being old.

And so this woman had lived in her squalid hut for as long as anyone could remember and none remarked upon it, except for all the surrounding old widows and grandmothers who amongst themselves knew her as ‘that crazy old woman’.

Squatting in the mud before her hut she brought the thin stick she was carving close to eyes clouded by milky cataracts and studied the intricate tracery of curve and line that ran end to end. She crooned to herself, ‘Almost, now. Almost.’ Then she glanced fearfully, and rather blindly, to the starry night sky and its intruding alien banner, muttering, ‘Almost now. Almost.’

Malazan fans are wide and plenty these days, so surely there’re a few people out there who will ravenously gobble up this excerpt from Ian Cameron Esslemont’s bizarrely titled Orb, Sceptre, Throne, the latest instalment in the overarching Malazan story. Me? I’m not one of them, for various reasons.

You can find the excerpt from Orb, Sceptre, Throne on Tor.com.

  • Paul (@princejvstin) April 12, 2012 at 9:35 am

    I’m still too far behind on Malazan to pick this one up.

  • Scott J. Robinson April 12, 2012 at 7:20 pm

    I love Erikson’s Malazan books but I read Night of the Knives (or whatever it is) and unfortunately Esslemont isn’t half the writer that Erikson is. I might get around to the others one day, but there certainly isn’t any hurry.

  • Aidan Moher April 13, 2012 at 7:42 am

    From what I understand, Night of Knives is Esslemont’s weakest novel by a fair margin. It might be worth it for you to look into his other works.

  • Scott J. Robinson April 13, 2012 at 9:16 pm

    Oh well, may have to move them up my to read list. As if it wasn’t cluttered enough already.

  • pnorl April 14, 2012 at 7:19 am

    I’m definetely a fan, and don’t think Esslemont’s that far off Erikson. They are of hugely different styles though so you’re bound to get differing opinions when the latter was published so much ahead of the former.

    I’m just glad there’ll be more stories in the Malaz universe, even if The Crippled God left me a bit disillusioned or however to put it..

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