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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 5:41 am
by Holsety
Farm Ur-Ted wrote:Onos T'oolan wrote:You're up to 744??? Then you've seen the greatest romance of them all!!!
Oh, yeah, and let me say this:
There is no question that the greatest romance in this series is the one between Feather Witch and Brys Beddict's finger.
Oh come on...
Bottle and the rat. Nothing is more beautiful than the harmony of two different species.
Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 1:36 pm
by stonemaybe
The world, someone once said, gives back what it is given. In abundance. But then, as Kallor would point out, someone was always saying something. Until he got fed up and had them executed.
Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 12:24 am
by Onos T'oolan
No, solitary flight this must remain. For each and all. Ox, horse, dog, cat, mouse and rat, lizard and gnat. And people of all sorts. Old men with limps, old men who never limped in their lives but did so now. Women of all ages, sizes and dispositions, who would have limped could it have earned the necessary sympathy. Yet when even the rooftops hold no succour, why bother riding this bouncing cart of headlong panic? Best to simply flop down in abject surrender, with but a few tugs to rearrange the lie of one's dress or whatnot. Let the men soil themselves in their terror - they never washed enough as it was.
Steve Erickson is teh Funny
Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 3:02 pm
by Demondime-a-dozen-spawn
As much as I love the Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever, it would be a stretch to say that SRD's books harbor much in the way of humor.
That's why I like to read the works of Neal Stephenson, who is hilariously funny nearly all of the time, regardless of how serious the work as a whole is, and am pleased to be discovering all the zany characters that Steve Erickson has to offer.
I found this particular passage from page 116 of
Deadhouse Gates to be a gem of funny, even though later on in the story it appears to have more relevance than one suspects.
"Blunt are the Trell, determined in headlong stumbling and headlong in stumbling determination. As I said. You know nothing of the mysteries involved, the plans of Shadowthrone, the many secrets of the Gray Keep, the Shrouded House where stands the Throne of Shadow. Yet I do. I, alone among all mortals, have been shown the truth arrrayed before me. My god is generous, my god is wise, as cunning as a rat. Spiders must die. The bhok'arala have stolen my broom and this quest I set before you two guests. Icarium and Mappo Trell, famed wanderers of the world, I charge you with this perilous task - find me my broom."
Erickson has a positive genius for oddball characters like Iskaral Pust.
Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 5:23 pm
by aliantha
Wait 'til you find out *why* the spiders must die....
Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 5:27 pm
by wayfriend
Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 12:52 pm
by Demondime-a-dozen-spawn
Thanks for that link, wayfriend.
I'll PM a moderator and see about getting this merged into there.
Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 2:30 pm
by lucimay
merged. i tried to think of a humorous title for the merged threads but its way to early and i'm not fully caffeinated.
Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 5:02 pm
by Demondime-a-dozen-spawn
Squall Inn claimed to have seen better days, but Kalam suspected it never had. The floor of the main room sagged like an enormous bowl tilting every wall inward until angled wooden posts were needed to keep them upright. Rotting food and dead rats with inert patience migrated to the floor's center, creating a mouldering, redolent heap like an offering to some dissolute god.
[NOT MUCH LATER]
An unconscious patron at a neary table toppled from his chair, his head crunching as it struck the flagstones. Kalam, the stranger and the serving woman all watched as the drunk slid down on grease and vomit to join the central heap.
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 5:59 pm
by Mr. Broken
"Where's my sword? Where's my boots? Where the fuck is breakfast?"
Corporal Stormy ... Dust of Dreams.