Sergeant Whiskeyjack, 9th Squad, past commander of the 2nd Army - GotM, Dramatis Personae

Whiskeyjack, second-in-command of renegade Malazan army -MoI, Dramatis Personae

 

"...he had turned over the battle to the sub-commanders of the Third Army: Amaron, Choss, and Whiskeyjack." - NoK, UK mmpb, p.251

"...grey eyes on the smouldering city below.

The boy studied the soldier. He already knew the complete regimental accoutrements of the Imperial army, and the man at his side was a commander in the Third - one of the Emperor's own, an elite. On his dark grey shoulder-cloak was a silver brooch: a bridge of stone, lit by ruby flames. A Bridgeburner." - a young Ganoes Paran meets Whiskeyjack - GotM, UK mmpb p. 4

"His face was scarred, and something that might have been a burn marred his jaw and left cheek. For all that, he looked young for a commander." - GotM, US HC p.26, UK mmpb p. 5

"Set deep in a lined, exhausted face, his dark grey eyes searched hers dispassionately...

The sergeants lips grew taut beneath his grizzled, wiry beard." - Tattersail meets Whiskeyjack - GotM, UK Trade p.42, UK mmpb p.55

"Whiskeyjack. War of the Seven Cities: through the breach at Aren, the Holy Desert Raraku, Panpot'sun, Nathilog..." - GotM, US HC, p.84

"Whiskeyjack's gaze strayed to one of the beds, on which lay his armor and longsword. Rust stained the hauberk's tattered chain like old blood. The links were missing in some places, torn in others. In his bones and muscles the memory of that damage remained: every cut, every blow now haunted him with aches, greeting him each morning like old comrades. The sword, with its plain leather-wrapped grip and stub hilt, lay in its hide-over-wood scabbard, the belt and straps draped over the bedside.

That weapon had come to him after his first battle, found amid a field of dead. He'd still had the chalk of his father's quarry on his boots then, and a world's promise stretched out before him on the banners of the Empire. The sword had come to him shiny, without even so much as a nick on its honed blade, and he had taken it as his own personal standard." - GotM, US HC, p.302

"Whiskeyjack, a man buckling under his own legend, a man who’s climbed more than one mountain of the dead in service to the Empire."- GotM, UK Trade, p.44

"Whiskeyjack was a superb swordsman . . . used to spar with Dassem Ultor and it’d take a while for Dassem to get past his guard."  - Dujek Onearm - MoI, UK Trade, p.871

"...she would have realized long before now that her title and power would not intimidate this man. He'd stood at Dassem Ultor's side, arguing tactics with the Sword of the Empire in the midst of battle. And it seemed that demotion to sergeant had failed to break this man - that much she'd gathered from the Bridgeburners' reputation at Pale."- GotM, US HC, p.412

 

As Iskar Jarak in the Army of the Dead

 

'The one so named had the look of a veteran among veterans.  Grey-bearded, scarred, wearing threadbare, faded colours over his plain chain hauberk.  Grey and magenta, bordered in black.'(TtH)

 

Toc : ".....And so many others, and there was Iskar Jarak himself, although why Whiskeyjack had come to prefer some Seven Cities name – in place of his real one – made no sense to Toc.  Not that he was of any stature to actually ask the man – gods, even had he been, he couldn't even get close, so tightly were the Bridgeburners arrayed around the soldier." (TtH)