Maybe the most grief-stricken Malazan in the series so far but that’s to be expected considering Erickson was losing his dad at the time. If you deal with anything similar, this book can really cut deep. But it also leaves off with a sense of hope and healing, which I haven’t exactly expected from these books… for once I actually don’t feel traumatized by the last hundred pages?!

Of the eight I’ve so far read, this book may be the best. It haunted me if I put it down for too long. Absolutely masterful and up there with Midnight Tides and Deadhouse Gates at the top of my personal list of favourite Malazan instalments.