Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Forge of Darkness 1 - Steven Erikson

"No one lets dead poets lie in peace. We are like old meat on a crowded dinner table. Now comes the next course to jostle what’s left of us, and even the gods despair of ever cleaning up the mess. But there are truths between poets, and we both know well their worth. It is the gristle we chew without end. Anomandaris. That is a brave title. But consider this: I was not always blind. It is not Anomander’s tale alone. My story will not fit into a small box. Indeed, he is perhaps the least of it. A man pushed from behind by many hands will go in but one direction, no matter what he wills." 3.5 out of 5 http://www.tor.com/stories/2012/07/forge-of-darkness-prelude-and-chapter-one-excerpt

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