Notes on The Etched City by K.J. Bishop

Proof Rock.

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“I saw Casvar at Flat Mountain,” he answered. “He was rotting in a cave, with gangrene in a broken leg. He asked me to do the decent thing, and I obliged him. In Quanut I saw a grave with Red Harni’s name on the marker. Have you seen anyone?” “Evoiry, a few months back. He was selling firewood at a souk. He looked all right.”

its true name was Heron’s Wing Scythes Over a Mountain Lake, but Gwynn had given it another name in his native Anvallic: Gol’achab, meaning Not My Funeral.

an axe. A four-foot shaft of black iron, with a two-foot, fan-shaped blade on the end.

The blade was bright, as sharp as a new razor, and it was engraved with flowers that bloomed in elaborate patterns over the metal.

Blur—blur—blur. The axe blade deflected the bullets.

the body of a huge crocodile with the head of a man. It reared on its stumpy back legs and showed the lotus growing out of its scaly belly, and proclaimed itself to be a god. It said nothing more, for a single shot through its forehead killed it instantly.