The stars, they are as the sun. Each star. Every star. And those spheres- they are worlds, realms, each one different yet the same.
Steven EriksonAnd in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death had arrived, to walk the streets in the City of Blue Fire.
Steven EriksonWith the Black Company series Glen Cook single-handedly changed the face of fantasyโsomething a lot of people didnโt notice and maybe still donโt. He brought the story down to a human level, dispensing with the clichรฉ archetypes of princes, kings, and evil sorcerers. Reading his stuff was like reading Vietnam War fiction on peyote.
Steven EriksonAnd over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.
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