By Terry Pratchett
Here there be dragons...and the denizens of Ankh-Morpork want one large firebreather may go back from whence it got here. lengthy believed extinct, a very good specimen of draco nobilis ("noble dragon" if you happen to don't comprehend italics) has seemed in Discworld's maximum urban. not just does this unwelcome customer have a foul behavior of charbroiling every little thing in its course, in particularly brief order it's topped King (it is a noble dragon, after all...).
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I sense it as in my youth I sensed the tiger hidden in the tall grass. There is a nameless unrest throughout the kingdom. I am like a hunter who crouches by his small fire amid the forest, and hears stealthy feet padding in the darkness, and almost sees the glimmer of burning eyes. If I could but come to grips with something tangible, that I could cleave with my sword! I tell you, it’s not by chance that the Picts have of late so fiercely assailed the frontiers, so that the Bossonians have called for aid to beat them back.
Behind them a sardonic countenance was framed in the partly opened door; a pair of evil eyes glittered malevolently in the gloom. “Go into the night, creatures of the night,” a voice mocked. ” The speaker closed the door and bolted it, then turned and went up the corridor, candle in hand. He was a somber giant, whose dusky skin revealed his Stygian blood. He came into an inner chamber, where a tall, lean man in worn velvet lounged like a great lazy cat on a silken couch, sipping wine from a huge golden goblet.
Yesterday a kozak, today a king, tomorrow a thief. It is in that sense that the Conan stories are escapist literature: their appeal seems universal, transcending generations and cultures. ” What sets the Conan stories apart, however, is the distinct sensation that the thrill of adventure in these stories is but a mask, that it is in fact never really possible to forget the grim realities of the world. Conan’s Hyborian Age began with a cataclysm and ended with another cataclysm. Whatever the Hyborians – and Conan – can accomplish, has no meaning at all in the final analysis, and is eventually bound to destruction and oblivion.
Guards! Guards! (Discworld, Book 8) by Terry Pratchett