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1 ========== on Sun Jul 26, 2015 2:52 pm

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2 Re: ========== on Wed Jul 29, 2015 4:34 pm

Good article, Wax.

I accidentally discovered Michael Moorcock through "Epic Pooh" and went on to read a couple of his Elric short stories.

That was six years ago. Some of the imagery is still floating around in my head like a legit memory. Smile

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3 Re: ========== on Wed Jul 29, 2015 6:48 pm

An excerpt from Elric of Melnibone:

THE LIGHT OF the early morning touched the tall towers of Imrryr
and made them scintillate. Each tower was of a different hue; there
were a thousand soft colours. There were rose pinks and pollen yellows,
there were purples and pale greens, mauves and browns and oranges, hazy
blues, whites and powdery golds, all lovely in the sunlight. Two riders
left the Dreaming City behind them and rode away from the walls, over
the green turf towards a pine forest where, among the shadowy trunks, a
little of the night seemed to remain. Squirrels were stirring and foxes
crept homeward; birds were singing and forest flowers opened their
petals and filled the air with delicate scent. A few insects wandered
sluggishly aloft. The contrast between life in the nearby city and this
lazy rusticity was very great and seemed to mirror some of the
contrasts existing in the mind of at least one of the riders who now
dismounted and led his horse, walking knee-deep through a mass of blue
flowers. The other rider, a girl, brought her own horse to a halt but
did not dismount. Instead, she leaned casually on her: high Melnibonean
pommel and smiled at the man, her lover

*heart melt*

Incidentally, I get a much stronger Elder Scrolls feel from these stories than ASoI&F, Warcraft, or generic D&D.

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4 Re: ========== on Wed Jul 29, 2015 8:06 pm

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5 Re: ========== on Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:50 pm

Oh, I see Wethewax. Moorcock may well be more influential than Tolkien.

You inspired me to go on and read The Sailor on the Seas of Fate and Weird of the White Wolf. I'm kinda... addicted, you could say, to that distinct voice. It sings a woeful song.

We should start an MM fan forum or something. Smile

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