But let me describe the characteristics of peace, my young friend. A pervasive dulling of the senses, a decadence afflicting the culture, evinced by a growing obsession with low entertainment. The virtues of extremity - honor, loyalty, sacrifice - are lifted high as shoddy icons, currency for the cheapest of labors. The longer peace lasts, the more those words are used, and the weaker they become. Sentimentality pervades daily life. All becomes a mockery of itself, and the spirit grows… Restless.
— The Crippled God, Midnight Tides
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Steven Erikson Malazan Book of the Fallen
