Memories of Ice – 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, Memories of Ice, Steven Erikson; p.493

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