Sinn

Name: Sinn

Pseudonyms: --

Age: A young woman

Race: Human

Appearance: --

Warrens: Telas

Further info: A natural High Mage

References

The woman approaching was young, slight and pallid. And Malazan. Ten paces away, her steps faltered, then she halted, light brown eyes fixing now on Kalam. (HoC)

Kalam : She’s very young. ‘You showed fine acting abilities earlier on. And you’ve surprising skill as a mage, for one so . . .’

‘Minor magicks only, I’m afraid. I was being schooled.’

‘Who was your instructor?’

‘Fayelle. Who’s now with Korbolo Dom. Fayelle, who slid her knife across the throats of my father and mother. Who went hunting for me, too. But I slipped away, and even with her sorcery she could not find me.’ - (HoC)

Grub and Sinn visiting the vacant Azath House in Letharas:

"He eyed her. 'You know whats happening tonight, don't you?'

'I don't care. I'm not going anywhere near that.'

'Doesn't matter.'

'Maybe, if we hide in the house, it won't reach us.'

'Maybe,' Grub allowed. 'But I doubt the deck works like that.'

'How do you know?'

'Well I don't. Only, Uncle Keneb told me Fiddler talked about me last time, and I jumping into the sea around then - I wasn't in the cabin. But he just knew, he knew exactly what I was doing.'

'What were you doing?'

'I went to find the Nachts.'

'But how did you know where they were? You don't make sense, Grub.

And anyway, what use are they? They just follow Withal around.'

'When they're not hunting little lizards,' Grub said smiling.

But Sinn was not in the mood for easy distraction. 'I look at you and I think . . . Mockra.'

To that, Grub made no reply. Instead, he crept forward on the path's uneven pavestones, eyes fixed on the wasp nest

Sinn followed. 'You're what's coming, aren't you?"

He snorted. 'And you aren't?'" (DoD, UK HC, p.24-25)

"'This Azath House didn't die,' he said 'It just . . . left.'

'Left? How?'

'I think it just walked out of here, that's what I think.'

'But you don't know anything! How can you say things like that?'

'I bet Quick Ben knows, too.'

'Knows what?' she hissed in exasperation.

'This. The truth of it all.'

'Grub -'

He met her gaze, studied the fury in her eyes. 'You, me, the Azath. It's all changing Sinn. Everything - it's all changing'

Her small hands made fists at her sides. The flames dancing from the stone floor climbed the frame of the chambers entranceway, snapping and sparking.

Grub snorted, 'The way you make it talk . . .'

'It can shout, too, Grub.'

He nodded. 'Loud enough to break the world, Sinn.'

'I would, you know,' she said with sudden vehemence, 'just to see what it can do. What I can do.'

'What's stopping you?'

She grimaced as she turned away. 'You might shout back.'" (DoD, UK HC, p.28)