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Stormbringer!

“There came a time when there was great movement upon the Earth and above it, when the destiny of Men and Gods was hammered out upon the forge of Fate, when monstrous wars were brewed and mighty deeds were designed. And there rose up in this time, which was called the Age of the Young Kingdoms, heroes. Greatest of these heroes was a doom-driven adventurer who bore a crooning rune blade that he loathed.
His name was Elric of Melniboné, king of ruins, lord of a scattered race that had once ruled the ancient world. Elric, sorcerer and swordsman, slayer of kin, despoiler of his home land, white-faced albino, last of his line.�

This is book six of the original Elric saga and the final book of the series. This one is a full novel instead of a “fix-up� of several short stories. The increased length also ups the stakes for Elric.
This time his entire world is poised to be sundered and undone by the shitty, cock blocking forces of chaos, who kidnap his wife (even worse when you ask how many chicks would get it on with a creepy, doom-driven albino.)

This is an all out battle between law and chaos, like rocky four but with dragons in the montage-good stuff. Still got a whiff of the ol� fromage about it but Moorcock’s writing clearly improved between the first book and this, final one.

Elric has to try to band together all the armies of the realm and is cruelly rebuffed by some shit king of someplace dumb. And he eloquently smacks the guy down, thusly:

“Know this: Though you foolishly reject my offer of an alliance, the day will come when you will regret your decision. I have been insulted in my own palace, my friends have been insulted and I curse you for the upstart fools you are. But when the time comes for you to learn the error of this decision I swear that we shall aid you, if it is in our power!�

He also amps up the doominess, Elric has been reading some Schopenhauer, because he does not believe in free will at all inescapable fate-all the time!

“destinies were being shaped, great deeds were being planned and, marvellously, could it just be possible that, in
spite of the Lords of the Higher Worlds, in spite of the Cosmic Hand, in spite of the myriad supernatural denizens that swarmed the universe, that Man might decide the issue?
Even - one man?
One man, one sword, one destiny?

Fuck ya, it is!
Go forth, brethren, I beseech thee: readst thou the tales of Elric of Melniboné!