The Wickans

'The plains warriors from northeast Quon Tali...'

DG, UK MMPB, p.388

'...leather armour with stitched black iron scales. Long-knives flashed in gloved hands. Dark eyes in tanned, tattooed Wickan faces held cold and firm...'

DG, UK MMPB, p.129

"Temper identified three Wickan tribesman, moustached, wearing studded boiled-leather hauberks with mailed sleeves..."

NoK, UK mmpb, p.111

'The Emperor, as our enemy, united us. By laughing at our small battles, our pointless feuds. Laughing and more: sneering. He shamed us with contempt...When he met with Coltaine, our alliance was already breaking apart. Kellanved mocked. He said he need only sit back and watch to see the end of our rebellion. With his words he branded our souls. With his words and his offer of unity he bestowed on us wisdom. With his words we knelt before him in true gratitude, accepted what he offered us and gave him our loyalty.'

- Nil
DG, UK MMPB, p.411

Wickan youths and elders gathered around, a soothing murmur of voices rising. Their concern was for the mare. An old man gripped the historian's arm. 'We will tend to this brave horse, stranger.'

'I think she's finished,'...

'Our horsewives are skilled in such things. She shall run again...'

DG, UK MMPB, p.388

'kheror, which is the name Wickans give to holy places open to the skies'

DG, UK MMPB, p.179

Bult: 'The crows that carried within them the greatest of the warlock souls returned to our people to await each new birth, and so the power of our elders returned to us'

Mallick Rel: 'Elder sorcery...Most ancient scrolls hint at such things'

Duiker: 'The Rhivi of Genabackis have similar beliefs, ...A newborn child can become the vessel of a soul that has not passed through Hood's Gates.'

DG, UK MMPB, p.76

That boy has the aura of an ancient man. I could smell on him the ritual drinking of mare's blood, and that ritual marks a warlock's Time of Iron - his last few years of life, the greatest flowering of his power.'

- Kulp
DG, UK MMPB, p.82

'Warlocks were notorious for their impropriety, their deliberate discombobulating of common sense.'

DG, UK MMPB, p.178

'The historian stared down at the dark-brown liquid...scalding, bitter taste...felt himself becoming alert, glanced down at the drink...'This one of Sormo's brews? It's got my nerves jumping.'

DG, UK MMPB, p.399

'Duiker rode into the midst of blue-skinned Wickans - Weasel Clan -'

DG, UK MMPB, p.388

'Weasel Clan riders...their tattooed faces and bodies making them look demonic'

DG, UK MMPB, p.414