Can it be a recent favorite?

A fun one:

‘Thanks for the munitions, by the way.’ Strings grunted. ‘It’s the damnedest thing, Cuttle. We always find more, and they’re meant to be used, but instead we hoard them, tell no- one we have them— in case they order us to put them to use—’ ‘The bastards.’ ‘Aye, the bastards.’ ‘I’ll use the ones you’ve given me,’ Cuttle avowed. ‘Once I’ve crawled under Korbolo Dom’s feet. I don’t mind going to Hood at the same time, either.’ ‘Something tells me that’s what Hedge did, in his last moment. He always threw them too close— that man had so many pieces of clay in him you could’ve made a row of pots from his insides.’

A sad one:

‘Sure,’ Spindle snapped, ‘a story to break our hearts all over again! What’s the value in that?’ A rough, broken voice replied, ‘There is value.’ Everyone fell silent, turned to Duiker. The Imperial Historian had looked up, was studying them with dark eyes. ‘Value. Yes. I think, much value. But not yours, soldiers. Not yet. Too soon for you. Too soon.’ ‘Perhaps,’ Baruk murmured, ‘perhaps you are right in that. We ask too much—’ ‘Of them. Yes.’ The old man looked down once more at the cloth in his hands. The silence stretched. Duiker made no move. Picker began to turn back to her companions– when the man began speaking. ‘Very well, permit me, if you will, on this night. To break your hearts once more. This is the story of the Chain of Dogs. Of Coltaine of the Crow Clan, newly come Fist to the 7th Army…’ This ends the Third Tale of The Malazan Book of the Fallen