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You might be right about that.. The Chronicles was the first fantasy series I ever read, almost 20 years ago now, and I have been searching vainly since then for something as good.Lord Zombiac wrote:Just finished reading "the Andelain Hills" from "the Wounded Land."
I am completely overwhelmed.
I cried. I could easily have wept, had I let myself.
I can't believe I read all this nearly thirty years ago, and the impact is so much stronger now.
Perhaps, like Thomas Covenant, I was given knowledge that would only awaken in me later in time.
What really gets me is how so many people right here, right now, know exactly what I'm feeling.
I don't think I'll ever read anything as beautiful as this in all my days.
Such powerful words. Such sweet sorrow!
Yeah, as I read this stuff I'm beginning to realize what deep seeds had been planted. This stuff had far more influence on my own writing than I'd ever realized. I think each time my fiction transcends swordplay and eerie magic and strives for meaning it is Donaldson's voice that guides me across that threshold.peter wrote:When you read the books as a youth, you read them through the eyes of a youth, with a youth's fresh view of the world (ours I mean) and your heart soars in joy at what you are reading. When you read them as an adult the books aquire a depth that only long experience of the sorrows of our world can give - and the result is an emotive force that can be overwhelming. As a writer yourself LZ, it is possible that an even further depth is available to you perhaps because the true 'craft' (if that is the right word) of the work will be discernable.
Robert E. Howard would be my suggestion, particularly "the jewels of Gwahlur."ninjaboy wrote:You might be right about that.. The Chronicles was the first fantasy series I ever read, almost 20 years ago now, and I have been searching vainly since then for something as good.Lord Zombiac wrote:Just finished reading "the Andelain Hills" from "the Wounded Land."
I am completely overwhelmed.
I cried. I could easily have wept, had I let myself.
I can't believe I read all this nearly thirty years ago, and the impact is so much stronger now.
Perhaps, like Thomas Covenant, I was given knowledge that would only awaken in me later in time.
What really gets me is how so many people right here, right now, know exactly what I'm feeling.
I don't think I'll ever read anything as beautiful as this in all my days.
Such powerful words. Such sweet sorrow!
Perhaps there is something out there that can equal it, but I'm doubting it.
And yes, we know what you're feeling.. We've all felt our own versions of that same thing, and should we leave sufficient time before re-reading it again will feel it as strongly again.
I know what you mean ... though when I go back and reread books I read in my youth, I realize that it's all there in my own writing, to some extent. I bet Donaldson would say the same thing.Lord Zombiac wrote: Yeah, as I read this stuff I'm beginning to realize what deep seeds had been planted. This stuff had far more influence on my own writing than I'd ever realized. I think each time my fiction transcends swordplay and eerie magic and strives for meaning it is Donaldson's voice that guides me across that threshold.
Having first read LFB and the subsequent series in the 80s, and re-read TWL just before the debut of ROTE, I share your adoration for SRD's poignant prose. The puissant theurgy of his his otherwordly creativity speaks sooth that he will indeed gain the honor as one of the greatest writers in history, pending literacy levels of future generations.Lord Zombiac wrote:Just finished reading "the Andelain Hills" from "the Wounded Land."
I am completely overwhelmed.
I cried. I could easily have wept, had I let myself.
I can't believe I read all this nearly thirty years ago, and the impact is so much stronger now.
Perhaps, like Thomas Covenant, I was given knowledge that would only awaken in me later in time.
What really gets me is how so many people right here, right now, know exactly what I'm feeling.
I don't think I'll ever read anything as beautiful as this in all my days.
Such powerful words. Such sweet sorrow!
Unfortunately in LC currently for engineering physics after a financial and life crash, and am annoyed by the narrow viewpoints of the academia with which I'm forced to associate. Would love to move to Rui and build power plants but I can't even raise funds to get a prototype built.danlo wrote:So are you in Albuquerque? (LZ is south--in Ruidoso...)
From the same chapter: Does anybody here remember what this "knowledge" bestowed by Caer-caveral was about?Lord Zombiac wrote:Just finished reading "the Andelain Hills" from "the Wounded Land."
I am completely overwhelmed.
I cried. I could easily have wept, had I let myself.
I can't believe I read all this nearly thirty years ago, and the impact is so much stronger now.
Perhaps, like Thomas Covenant, I was given knowledge that would only awaken in me later in time.
What really gets me is how so many people right here, right now, know exactly what I'm feeling.
I don't think I'll ever read anything as beautiful as this in all my days.
Such powerful words. Such sweet sorrow!
"I will not name the thing you seek. But I will enable you to find it." Sounds like a riddle."Enough," the Forestal hummed. "Even now he falters." Graceful and stately, he moved to Covenant's side. "Thomas Covenant, I will not name the thing you seek. But I will enable you to find it." He touched Covenant's forehead with his staff. A white blaze of music ran through Covenant's mind. "The knowledge is within you, though you cannot see it. But when the time has come, you will find the means to unlock my gift." As the song receded, it left nothing in its wake but a vague sense of potential.
TheWormoftheWorld'sEnd wrote:From the same chapter: Does anybody here remember what this "knowledge" bestowed by Caer-caveral was about?Lord Zombiac wrote:Just finished reading "the Andelain Hills" from "the Wounded Land."
I am completely overwhelmed.
I cried. I could easily have wept, had I let myself.
I can't believe I read all this nearly thirty years ago, and the impact is so much stronger now.
Perhaps, like Thomas Covenant, I was given knowledge that would only awaken in me later in time.
What really gets me is how so many people right here, right now, know exactly what I'm feeling.
I don't think I'll ever read anything as beautiful as this in all my days.
Such powerful words. Such sweet sorrow!
"I will not name the thing you seek. But I will enable you to find it." Sounds like a riddle."Enough," the Forestal hummed. "Even now he falters." Graceful and stately, he moved to Covenant's side. "Thomas Covenant, I will not name the thing you seek. But I will enable you to find it." He touched Covenant's forehead with his staff. A white blaze of music ran through Covenant's mind. "The knowledge is within you, though you cannot see it. But when the time has come, you will find the means to unlock my gift." As the song receded, it left nothing in its wake but a vague sense of potential.
I thought so too. But the thing that confuses me is that Mhoram's shade then announces that the thing Covenant seeks is not what it "appears to be." And that he will be forced to return to the Land.dmMike7 wrote:TheWormoftheWorld'sEnd wrote:From the same chapter: Does anybody here remember what this "knowledge" bestowed by Caer-caveral was about?Lord Zombiac wrote:Just finished reading "the Andelain Hills" from "the Wounded Land."
I am completely overwhelmed.
I cried. I could easily have wept, had I let myself.
I can't believe I read all this nearly thirty years ago, and the impact is so much stronger now.
Perhaps, like Thomas Covenant, I was given knowledge that would only awaken in me later in time.
What really gets me is how so many people right here, right now, know exactly what I'm feeling.
I don't think I'll ever read anything as beautiful as this in all my days.
Such powerful words. Such sweet sorrow!
"I will not name the thing you seek. But I will enable you to find it." Sounds like a riddle."Enough," the Forestal hummed. "Even now he falters." Graceful and stately, he moved to Covenant's side. "Thomas Covenant, I will not name the thing you seek. But I will enable you to find it." He touched Covenant's forehead with his staff. A white blaze of music ran through Covenant's mind. "The knowledge is within you, though you cannot see it. But when the time has come, you will find the means to unlock my gift." As the song receded, it left nothing in its wake but a vague sense of potential.
I thought the gift Caer-Caveral gave him was the location of the One Tree. The Elohim were able to "unlock his gift", but afterwards imposed the stasis on Covenant's mind
I'm working on a sequel to my novel "A War of Apes."Zarathustra wrote:I know what you mean ... though when I go back and reread books I read in my youth, I realize that it's all there in my own writing, to some extent. I bet Donaldson would say the same thing.Lord Zombiac wrote: Yeah, as I read this stuff I'm beginning to realize what deep seeds had been planted. This stuff had far more influence on my own writing than I'd ever realized. I think each time my fiction transcends swordplay and eerie magic and strives for meaning it is Donaldson's voice that guides me across that threshold.
What are you working on?
