However, Morgon had awoken something sibilant by his riddling. The Prince of Hed, Morgon, had a talent for riddles and had decided to try to win a crown from the dead Lord of Aum. Many generations in the past, the wizards had vanished from the world all the remaining magical knowledge hidden in riddles. I do know the covers weren’t really my cup of tea at the time nor did the description promise testosterone-driven adventure. I can’t remember exactly when, or how it came into my hands. Then I picked up The Riddle-Master Trilogy by Patricia A. You get the idea I’m sure.Īnyway, I was pretty well read in the fantasy genre for a teenager of my time. Lewis, fought for and against chaos with more than a few of Moorcock’s eternal champions, drifted through the shadows of Amber with Zelazny, and. Donaldson’s Thomas Covenant stories, inhaled McCaffrey’s Pern, went through the wardrobe with C.S.
Tolkien’s books (all of them at the time), swung swords with Howard’s Conan and Kull, devoured Stephen R. However, at the time, I felt my observation about fantasy were completely justified.
When admitting that, I realize how immensely naive and prideful it all sounds – especially that last bit. I was a teenager! Not only that, I was a fairly arrogant one, who believed that he knew everything, had seen everything worth seeing, done everything worth doing, and had read every fantasy series that mattered. A long time ago in a decade far, far away.
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