Just finished Toll the Hounds. I've always considered the Malazan Book of the Fallen the best epic fantasy series out there. I mean, it outreaches GRRM's A Song of Fire and Ice, Goodkind's The Sword of Truth, and Jordan(/Sanderson)'s Wheel of Time. But, you know, they were always in the same league.
The Malazan Book of the Fallen has just risen to new heights of pure legend. This book outstrips...anything. Everything. It puts the series body-lengths (let alone head and shoulders) higher, farther, better than its "peers."
I mean, damn. The recollection of armies of hundreds of millions of Jahgut (those rare, solitary, immeasurably potent recluses) waging war on Death itself? The moon exploding? A show-down between Hood, the King of the High House of Death; and Anomandaris Dragnipurake, Son of Darkness, Knight of the High House of Darkness? Epic battle between Kruppe the Eel and Iskaral Pust?
What can top this? Can anything top this?
Bring on the ninth book!
What sphinx of plascrete and adamantium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination? Imperator! Imperator!