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Lucas Hunter hunterdesign — I link we just lived through 1984, in the 21st century.

Prodesign Prodesign pro_design — And now the page before us blurs. An age is done. The book must close. We are abandoned to history. Raise high one more time the tattered standard of the Fallen. See through the drifting smoke to the dark stains upon the fabric. This is the blood of our lives, this is the payment of our deeds, all soon to be forgotten. We were never what people could be. We were only what we were. Remember us. Over the course of the last 11 years and 10 installments in Steven Erikson’s massive epic fantasy The Malazan Book of the Fallen, I have tried desperately to put my finger on what, precisely, it is about Steven’s work that gets my imagination firing on all cylinders in the awesome way that it does. There’s this deliciously substantive yet slippery quality to his writing that is hard to nail down within the meager bounds of the English language. It has intensity, emotion, intelligence and wit, but there’s more to it than that. Much more. The only word I have been able to conjure up with which to best describe it is “power”. Erikson’s writing has this raw, masculine, rugged, almost conversational, aspect to it that lends itself well to the inner monologues of the cast while also employing a certain beautiful poetic femininity with the words chosen by which he weaves these magnificent alien tapestries depicting glorious salvation in the face of savage brutality onto the very surface of the mind’s eye. But beneath all of that is a subtle undercurrent of something … something I can only describe simply as “power”. Whoever said words don’t have power has never read the likes of J.R.R. Tolkien, Guy Gavriel Kay and now, Steven Erikson. The ability to use the medium of words to inspire emotions within the psyche of a reader on the scale that Erikson accomplishes in The Malazan Book of the Fallen is something of a rare gift. But don’t take my word for it. Feast on some classic Erikson power for yourself in a passage pulled from the heart of The Crippled God: “I am the First Sword. I am the weapon of the godless, and upon the day I am unsheathed, dust shall take your every dream. Logros, you fool, did you think you and all the T’lan Imass were proof against your new god’s deadly kiss? Ask Kron. Ask Silverfox. Look upon me now, see how Olar Ethil seeks to wrest me away from Dassem’s curse – but she cannot. You gave him mastery over us, and these chains no bonecaster can shatter. “We march to our annihilation. The First Sword is torn in two, one half mortal and cruel in denial, the other half immortal and crueler still. Be glad Dassem has not found me. Be glad he seeks his own path, and that he will be far from the place where I shall stand. “And here is my secret. Heed this well. The weapon of the godless needs no hand to wield it. The weapon of the godless wields itself. It is without fear. It is empty of guilt and disdainful of retribution. It is all that and more, but one thing it is not: a liar. No slaying in the name of a higher power, no promises of redemption. It will not cloak brutality in the zeal that justifies, that absolves. “And this is why it is the most horrifying weapon of all.” Writing like that was never meant to be glossed over and ignored in the mindless pursuit of action. It is to be savored when discovered, read attentively when given the chance, and ultimately enjoyed to the fullest in its purest form over and over again. Now, with all of my unabashed Erikson sycophancy out of the way, I can get on with my review of The Crippled God. This tenth and final entry in The Malazan Book of the Fallen picks up directly following the events laid out in Dust of Dreams. It’s more of a continuation of that novel than it is a stand-alone volume within the epic. There is no prologue to set the stage or inspire mood. It simply begins with a few lines of verse and then aggressively thrusts you into the events of the conclusion of this massive epic (some three and a half million words all told - according to Erikson himself). Having said that, it should be obvious that a reader picking this book up having no prior experience with the previous books within this series will be utterly and completely lost. While many of the entries in The Malazan Book of the Fallen are somewhat self contained, this is ultimately a tale that must be read within its loosely structured order for it to offer the utmost in enjoyment and understanding. Throughout Erikson’s saga, the one thing he’s never been stingy with is big questions. His audience has been plagued with big questions ever since the prologue of Gardens of the Moon. And while Erikson has been generous with his answers throughout, he has always held back that little morsel – that one little piece - with which his readers could have tied the whole shooting match together. Well my friend, consider The Crippled God to be that one little piece. Does The Crippled God answer all of your questions? Definitely not. But it does answer those pesky big ones. And it answers them with substance and with style! **POSSIBLE SPOILER ALLERT** (Continue with caution) But forget the questions and their answers ... for now. Answers to big questions are to be expected from the final book in a ten volume epic. I know what you’re asking. What about the drama? What about the action? Oh my. It was everything I've come to love and cherish from good ol’ Steve! And more – much, much more. Onos T'oolan's shiver inducing soliloquy (quoted above) about his First Sword relationship with Dassem Ultor and his subsequent, cold, unemotional quest for righteous vengeance through the uncompromising application of undead ass-kickery as only the First Sword of the T'lan Imass can achieve? ...Awesome. Gruntle marching forward and unceremoniously bitch-punching Olar Ethil in her ugly puss as she was in mid-soletaken-veer, knocking her sorry ass to the sand and busting up her undead face in the process? ...Freaking...Awesome. Hoary Hood himself striding through an invoked warren tear and calmly eating the FREAKING FACE off Sister Equity and then turning to his stunned audience and muttering, "I have never much liked Forkrul Assail."? ...Freaking...Epically...Awesome. **END OF POSSIBLE SPOILER ALERT** (unwary reading may continue without concern) And all of that was only in the first third of The Crippled God! The prose was everything I have come to expect from Erikson, the plot was tight and expertly executed in a truly mind boggling manner and the pacing, dialog and humor was truly top notch! Now, back to your big questions. Trust me, they're answered. They're all answered. Steven even answered some questions I didn't even know I was supposed to have been asking. And in doing so, he made me realize just how "big picture" this whole project has been from day one. If you're still plodding along through the heart of this series, never fear, your perseverance will be rewarded - and rewarded handsomely! And in the end, Steven expertly brings the whole kit-n-kaboodle full circle with a fantastic nod all the way back to Gardens of the Moon in the second Epilogue (that's right folks, two - count 'em, TWO - epilogues! Why? 'Cause one just could handle all the awesome...) which helps you wrap your mind around this amazing journey you have been taken on. I would give this novel many more than 5 stars were it at all possible … The Crippled God, when combined with Dust of Dreams, will go down, in my opinion, as one of the most epic endings to one of the most well written, fascinating and exhilarating series’ of fantasy literature written within my lifetime … maybe ever. Simply amazing Mr. Erikson. You have procured for yourself a genuine die-hard fan for life. Keep writing. Please, keep writing. I'm not sure what to do now that the ride has come to a stop ... well ... except to re-buckle my ass back in my seat and start all over again at the very beginning!

Gemma Wilson _emma_ilson — A pretty dull book. Maybe if I'd knew more about Japanese culture or Go, it would have been more interesting.

Eugene Akimov ajmoments — This book really made me angry while reading it. I couldn't imagine what the main character was going through and wanted to scream at her husband and say what the hell are you doing to your family!!! I did manage to finish the book but warn that you need to be ready for a rollacoaster of emotions when reading and at times felt a little farfetched. Althought I can imagine when it comes to divorce that all bets are off for some people and they can be willing to do almost anything.