Spoiler clearance: Reaper’s Gale
Shadowthrone is ten pounds of fun in a five pound bag. Really. I love him. He’s the godly version of Orson Welles. So funny. When he speaks about the Nameless Ones, he says: ‘The Nameless Idiots’. And he says for Hood’s sake, even when he is physically in the presence of Hood – and then says: ‘Oops—’
He tries to open his Warren, while still holding on to Kalam’s otataral knife... and mumbles: ‘Absurd! I must walk!’
Temper bursts out of Coop’s with his big armour donned; Shadowthrone freaks, and flees the scene! Why? I have no idea... but I almost choked laughing. Fucking hilarious.
Finally, Shadowthrone is so pumped up on caffeine (or something), he can quite easily be afraid of his own laughter: see page 1166 of The Bonehunters...
The god allowed himself a small, dry laugh. Then ducked as it came out louder than he had intended.
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