This year I was put on to a fantasy series I'd never heard of called Gormenghast by a friend of a friend, and I was completely blown away. The prose is stunningly beautiful and the style completely weird. It differs in just about every way from a Tolkienian "high-fantasy". The world is small (basically, just a single castle). There are no magical creatures like elves or dragons, but the human(?) characters are creature-like. And the feeling in the air is not that of adventure, but of a primordial slowness and decay.
You don't need to be into fantasy (I'm not) to get something out of this, either - the writing is that good. It's been 9 months and still so many of the moods and scenes float vividly in my mind.
If you're intrigued, give this 1945 classic you've never heard of from Mervyn Peake a try! (I would also highly recommend the audiobook).
I'll leave you with a taster from the first book, Titus Groan, about, of all things, a man's face:
It was a long head. It was a wedge, a sliver, a grotesque slice in which it seemed the features had been forced to stake their claims, and it appeared that they had done so in a great hurry and with no attempt to form any kind of symmetrical pattern for their mutual advantage. The nose had evidently been the first upon the scene and had spread itself down the entire length of the wedge, beginning among the grey stubble of the hair and ending among the grey stubble of the beard, and spreading on both sides with a ruthless disregard for the eyes and mouth which found precarious purchase…