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 Dust of Dreams, the ninth book in the Malazan book of the Fallen, is another epic tale that brings me one step closer to the conclusion of this amazing series. The Bonehunters have settled into the city of Letheras, but Adjunct Tavore Paran has other things in mind. She intends to march the Bonehunters into a desolate part of the Lether continent known as the Wastelands. With allies close at hand and abroad they will need all the help they can get against the threat they are about to face. 
 With so many different forces at play itaEUR(tm)s hard to gauge what is going to happen from scene to scene in this book. Erikson did a great job a mixing things up and keeping me on my toes. His writing hasnaEUR(tm)t changed, but I did notice that instead of long drawn out scenes with characters, there are a lot of shortened scenes before moving on to the next POV. I really enjoyed this style. He uses this style a lot in the end sequence of his books, and it worked great throughout Dust of Dreams. 
 The characters in this book are awesome as with all Malazan books. I wouldnaEUR(tm)t say this cast of characters was bigger than previous books, but the diversity of the characters made it feel that way. I certainly enjoyed the new characters and have grown fond of the characters that have been with me for most of this journey. Even though I should know better than to get attached to anyone this close to the end. Gods, Elder Gods, ascendantsaEUR|.no one is safe at this point. 
 aEUR~One day, even the gods will answer to death.aEUR(tm) 
 With plenty of action, revelations, heart breaking loss, and EriksonaEUR(tm)s gross and at times inappropriate humor (which is my favorite by the way) this was one of the best books in this series. The end sequence was amazing and really left me anticipating what will happen in the final book. All the lines havenaEUR(tm)t been drawn for the final conflict. I would have to say some of them are blurry at best. But as the dust settles and the combatants lick their wounds the end draws near. 
 aEUR~Dust of dreams, dust of all that we never achieved. Dust of what we might have been and what we cannot help be. 
 Statues are never mute. Their silence is a roar of words. Will you hear? Will you listen?'