So You Say, With Your Shiny Hair

Kallor Said: "i Walked This Land When The T'lan Imass Were But Children. I Have Commanded Armies A Hundred Thousand Strong. I Have Spread The Fire Of My Wrath Across Entire Continents, And Sat Alone Upon Tall Thrones. Do You Grasp The Meaning Of This?" "yes," Said Caladan Brood, "you Never Learn."

The Future Can Ever Promise But One Thing And One Thing Only: Surprises.

Morality Was Not Relative, They Claimed, Nor Even Existing Solely In The Realm Of Human Condition. No, They Proclaimed Morality Was An Imperative Of All Life, A Natural Law That Was Neither The Brutal Acts Of Beasts Nor The Lofty Ambitions Of Humanity, But Something Other, Something Unassailable

With The Black Company Series Glen Cook Single-handedly Changed The Face Of Fantasy—something A Lot Of People Didn’t Notice And Maybe Still Don’t. He Brought The Story Down To A Human Level, Dispensing With The Cliché Archetypes Of Princes, Kings, And Evil Sorcerers. Reading His Stuff Was Like Reading Vietnam War Fiction On Peyote.

Ben Adaephon Delat," Pearl Said Plaintively, "see The Last Who Comes. You Send Me To My Death." "i Know," Quick Ben Whispered. "flee, Then. I Will Hold Them Enough To Ensure Your Escape No More." Quick Ben Sank Down Past The Roof. Before He Passed From Sight Pearl Spoke Again. "ben Adaephon Delat, Do You Pity Me?" "yes" He Replied Softly, Then Pivoted And Dropped Down Into Darkness.