Despite the Mortal Combat vibe going on, I am not entering my fighting stance and my twin katana swords are not incising the air in front of me. This is a more metaphysical battle to the death. Me as a reader versus Stephen Erikson as the name attached to a humongous near-infinite and still ongoing series. Fantasy is more often than not associated with mentioned series. In my deluded head I firmly believe a fantasy reader has had to have read at least one series [Harry Potter does not count and I’m also excluding trilogies], but I am also chicken to start one of the more popular, critically acclaimed and mass-read ones like WoT for instance. Because I fear I may end up like the people, who invest years watching The Bold & The Beautiful and die without even the slightest chance of seeing the last episode.
However I am more annoyed by my ignorance, so I am starting one. [pause for applause] As a good sheep in a moderately large and trendy flock, I am getting down with the newest fad aka TACKLE THE MALAZAN BOOK OF THE FALLEN.
Yeah. We have the Magical Fairy Prince Scotsman [Is that too much this time, Neill? For the record he is really the Speculative Scotsman] to thank for starting this one and so far we are quite the small book club forming. Dark Wolf Mihai is in on the action [which may or may not lead us to a dark forest, where he may consume us all] and the British Librarian-at-heart Amanda from Floor to Ceiling Books [also a humanoid robot from the future] has batted her eyelashes and giggled into a reading frenzy [beware, when that girl starts reading].
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