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Thursday, May 5, 2016

Assisting in your hunt

The point of this brief work is to suggest some excellent series to read that can take a weekend.  Some of the works are better than others.  But the general point is to suggest that these works are worth the hunt.  The Setting: Weekends in summer, when you are home, alone in a quiet location, cat or dog at your side, cold drink on the table, gentle breeze coming through the window, a fan running on low...


The Dark Sun is a setting for a game, but was a fictional world that was perfect for fiction.  Troy Denning created a five book series featuring a group of heroes of a sort that the Dark Sun world might produce.  Filled as it was with half giants, dragons, slaves, pit fighters, and all the horror of a extreme desert world, survival alone required heroism.


“The Mouser sighed. The moment had come, he knew, as it always did, when outward circumstances and inner urges commanded an act, when curiosity and fascination tipped the scale of caution, when the lure of a vision and an adventure became so great and deep-hooking that he must respond to it or have his inmost self-respect eaten away.” 




“What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie?
I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.
The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing;
Rush in and die, dogs—I was a man before I was a king.”


Robert E. Howard


“When gods die, self-respect buds', murmured Orland Fank. 'Gods and their examples are not needed by those who respect themselves and, consequently, respect others. Gods are for children, for little, fearful people, for those who would have no responsibility to themselves or their fellows.”  Michael Moorcock


“Men told that Kane was a giant in stature, more powerful than ten strong men. In battle no man could stand before him, for he fought with a sword in either hand - wielding easily weapons that another warrior could scarcely lift. His hair was red as blood, and he feasted on the still-beating hearts of his enemies. His eyes were the eyes of Death himself, and they cast a blue flame that could shrivel the souls of his victims. His only delight was in rapine and slaughter, and after each victory his banquet halls echoed with the tortured screams of captive maidens.”  

Karl Edward Wagner


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