The High King's flat, grey eyes fixed on Quick Ben. 'You, wizard, are a hoarder of souls... I am a man who releases souls - shall I break the chains within you? An easy thing, to leave you helpless.'
'Even easier,' Quick Ben replied, 'to make a hole in the ground.'
Kallor dropped from sight, the earth gone from beneath him. Armour clattered, followed by a bellow of rage.
Memories of Ice - Steven Erickson - 2001
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