The tenth and last volume in the Malazan Book of the Fallen series, The Crippled God was intense, moving, sad, uplifting, frightening, and very very long – which in this case is a good thing since there was still so much story left to tell in this saga of soldiers, heroes and the not quite so heroic, gods, dragons, and ordinary people in extraordinary situations. Is there something somewhere in the human race that is actually worth fighting, or rather, dying for? Something worth going to the very extremities of the human condition and beyond? Something that even when “unwitnessed” is worth the sacrifice?
I was so afraid that this series would end unsatisfactorily. I should have trusted in Steven Erikson. As usual, the book started off slow as I had to reacquaint myself with all the characters. Then it began to wind itself tighter and tighter until I could barely breath while reading. And I cried over and over.
I am so grateful my friend Paul told me about this story. I wish I had started reading it the minute he mentioned it, but I wasn’t sure I was going to like it. It is huge, complex, confusing, and extremely enjoyable. I didn’t understand a lot of it on the first read-through, but I loved it and now I am going to have to read all of it again and again. I’d put this up there at the top of my list for dark fantasy.