Steven Erikson beggars every other fantasy writer in terms of sheer, horrifying scope and import and the vast ideas that he throws around like so much rice at a wedding.
I'll finish Toll the Hounds tomorrow, but when a savage, 11,000 page story like this one is the barest footnote in the context of an enormous, never-ending conflict, and the story keeps hitting you over and over and over with nre revelations
The Jaghut, my God the Jaghut.







