"Obviously, Bull," Dorian said, exasperated. But his annoyance wasn't with Bull, but the substance on the floor. Dorian, too, wondered if it had been partly the cause of Bull's nightmares. But he wondered more how in the Void it had gotten there.

Because, fuck.

"What doesn't it grow out of? The ground, flesh and blood, half the damn Emprise. Water. Maybe? Perhaps I could ... rig up something to keep it suspended, far out in the bay. At least then, if it did start to spread, it would be ages before it reached the shore."