Brent Weeks

This man was not, Kip decided, a 'man'. A shiver of fear ran down his spine, despite the man's apparant friendliness and beauty, but then Kip thought, I'm already dead. What's he gonna to do to me?
Good things fear is rationnal. Good thing you can talk yourselfright out of it.

"Hail, Godslayer," the stranger said. With his pretty face and sharp beard and immaculate coiffure, Kip had excepted a tenor, but instead the voice emanating from this being was a bass - crisp, perfectly enunciated, not gravelly or an indistinct rumble, but a bass that sounded to big to be comming from this man-sized creature.

"Hail, scary guy that fell out of the sky."