A Dying Earth Feast
(With humblest apologies to Jack Vance.) The Feast of Regrets — held annually, biannually, or at irregular intervals at Boumergarth, the four-towered castle of Ildefonse
If Ken Lizzi has a quest it is to help infuse a pulp sensibility into 21st Century fiction
(With humblest apologies to Jack Vance.) The Feast of Regrets — held annually, biannually, or at irregular intervals at Boumergarth, the four-towered castle of Ildefonse
Was the 1930s the last great period of adventure fiction in the modern era? There’s Indiana Jones, Tales of the Golden Monkey, Robert E.
Gardner F. Fox‘s The Borgia Blade is a distillate of Rafael Sabatini, served with a squeeze of romance novel in a man-sized pewter tankard. Fox streamlines
That saga of Vlad Taltos continues with Tsalmoth, the sixteenth book in the series. Tsalmoth is a tale set in Vlad’s early days. He’s still a
The Thieves World series made a splash in the eighties with its stories of anti-heroes, burglars, wizards, crime lords, warriors, bards, various underworld denizens, and
L. Sprague de Camp’s The Tritonian Ring is bronze-age sword-and-sorcery. In its pages he fits in lost continents, suggests origins for certain myths: medusa, gorgons,
Robert Adams’ Castaways in Time served a load bearing function in my youth. I must have been twelve or thirteen the first time I read
I keep going back every decade or so to John Myers Myers. Usually it is to immerse myself fully in his magnum opus, Silverlock. But
I have read Beowulf a couple of times, but it has been some years since my last visit to Heorot. I picked up a copy