The Worm Ouroboros

The Worm Ouroboros

by E. R. Eddison

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Demonland and Witchland wage war in this massively influential fantasy classic

With the arrival of a Witchland envoy making demands of Demonland’s chief lords, peace between the two lands is irrevocably shattered. The chief lords Juss and Spitfire send their brother Goldry to defeat the witch king. Though he is initially victorious, Goldry ultimately gets captured, leaving it up to his brothers to rescue him. So begins a fantasy adventure whose influence has endured for nearly a century.
 
The Worm Ouroboros is an undisputed classic of fantasy literature, and has been an avowed influence on the likes of J. R. R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, and Ursula K. Le Guin. Entirely immersive and written in near-Elizabethan tongue, the novel takes readers on an unforgettable ride across the plane of Mercury, flanked by soaring hippogriffs, with an unforgettable finish that impresses as much now as it did nearly a century ago.
 
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ISBN-13: 9781497691063
Publisher: Open Road Media
Publication date: 11/25/2014
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 443
Sales rank: 109,878
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

E. R. Eddison (1882–1945) was born in Leeds, England, and shared an early education with fellow author Arthur Ransome. Later, after attending Eton and Oxford, Eddison joined the Board of Trade, where he worked until his retirement in 1938. In 1922 Eddison released his most enduring and critically acclaimed work, The Worm Ouroboros, depicting the land of Mercury. Eddison would return to Mercury a decade later with his Zimiamvian trilogy.

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The Worm Ouroboros


By E. R. Eddison

OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA

Copyright © 2014 Open Road Integrated Media, Inc.
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ISBN: 978-1-4976-9106-3


CHAPTER 1

I. The Castle of Lord Juss

OF THE RARITIES THAT WERE IN THE LOFTY PRESENCE CHAMBER FAIR AND LOVELY TO BEHOLD, AND OF THE QUALITIES AND CONDITIONS OF THE LORDS OF DEMONLAND: AND OF THE EMBASSY SENT UNTO THEM BY KING GORICE XI., AND OF THE ANSWER THERETO.


THE EASTERN STARS WERE paling to the dawn as Lessingham followed his conductor along the grass walk between the shadowy ranks of Irish yews, that stood like soldiers mysterious and expectant in the darkness. The grass was bathed in night-dew, and great white lilies sleeping in the shadows of the yews loaded the air of that garden with fragrance. Lessingham felt no touch of the ground beneath his feet, and when he stretched out his hand to touch a tree his hand passed through branch and leaves as though they were unsubstantial as a moonbeam.

The little martlet, alighting on his shoulder, laughed in his ear.

"Child of earth," she said, "dost think we are here in dreamland?"

He answered nothing, and she said, "This is no dream. Thou, first of the children of men, art come to Mercury, where thou and I will journey up and down for a season to show thee the lands and oceans, the forests, plains, and ancient mountains, cities and palaces of this world, Mercury, and the doings of them that dwell therein. But here thou canst not handle aught, neither make the folk ware of thee, not though thou shout thy throat hoarse. For thou and I walk here impalpable and invisible, as it were two dreams walking."

They were now on the marble steps which led from the yew walk to the terrace opposite the great gate of the castle. "No need to unbar gates to thee and me," said the martlet, as they passed beneath the darkness of that ancient portal, carved with strange devices, and clean through the massy timbers of the bolted gate thickly riveted with silver, into the inner court. "Go we into the lofty presence chamber and there tarry awhile. Morning is kindling the upper air, and folk will soon be stirring in the castle, for they lie not long abed when day begins in Demonland. For be it known to thee, O earth-born, that this land is Demonland, and this castle the castle of Lord Juss, and this day now dawning his birthday, when the Demons hold high festival in Juss's castle to do honour unto him and to his brethren, Spitfire and Goldry Bluszco; and these and their fathers before them bear rule from time immemorial in Demonland, and have the lordship over all the Demons."

She spoke, and the first low beams of the sun smote javelin-like through the eastern windows, and the freshness of morning breathed and shimmered in that lofty chamber, chasing the blue and dusky shades of departed night to the corners and recesses, and to the rafters of the vaulted roof. Surely no potentate of earth, not Croesus, not the great King, not Minos in his royal palace in Crete, not all the Pharaohs, not Queen Semiramis, nor all the Kings of Babylon and Nineveh had ever a throne room to compare in glory with that high presence chamber of the lords of Demonland. Its walls and pillars were of snow-white marble, every vein whereof was set with small gems: rubies, corals, garnets, and pink topaz. Seven pillars on either side bore up the shadowy vault of the roof; the roof-tree and the beams were of gold, curiously carved, the roof itself of mother-of-pearl. A side aisle ran behind each row of pillars, and seven paintings on the western side faced seven spacious windows on the east. At the end of the hall upon a dais stood three high seats, the arms of each composed of two hippogriffs wrought in gold, with wings spread, and the legs of the seats the legs of the hippogriffs; but the body of each high seat was a single jewel of monstrous size: the left-hand seat a black opal, asparkle with steel-blue fire, the next a fire-opal, as it were a burning coal, the third seat an alexandrite, purple like wine by night but deep sea-green by day. Ten more pillars stood in semicircle behind the high seats, bearing up above them and the dais a canopy of gold. The benches that ran from end to end of the lofty chamber were of cedar, inlaid with coral and ivory, and so were the tables that stood before the benches. The floor of the chamber was tessellated, of marble and green tourmaline, and on every square of tourmaline was carven the image of a fish: as the dolphin, the conger, the cat-fish, the salmon, the tunny, the squid, and other wonders of the deep. Hangings of tapestry were behind the high seats, worked with flowers, snake's-head, snapdragon, dragon-mouth, and their kind; and on the dado below the windows were sculptures of birds and beasts and creeping things.

But a great wonder of this chamber, and a marvel to behold, was how the capital of every one of the four-and-twenty pillars was hewn from a single precious stone, carved by the hand of some sculptor of long ago into the living form of a monster: here was a harpy with screaming mouth, so wondrously cut in ochre-tinted jade it was a marvel to hear no scream from her: here in wine-yellow topaz a flying fire-drake: there a cockatrice made of a single ruby: there a star sapphire the colour of moonlight, cut for a cyclops, so that the rays of the star trembled from his single eye: salamanders, mermaids, chimaeras, wild men o' the woods, leviathans, all hewn from faultless gems, thrice the bulk of a big man's body, velvet-dark sapphires, crystolite, beryl, amethyst, and the yellow zircon that is like transparent gold.

To give light to the presence chamber were seven escarbuncles, great as pumpkins, hung in order down the length of it, and nine fair moonstones standing in order on silver pedestals between the pillars on the dais. These jewels, drinking in the sunshine by day, gave it forth during the hours of darkness in a radiance of pink light and a soft effulgence as of moonbeams. And yet another marvel, the nether side of the canopy over the high seats was encrusted with lapis lazuli, and in that feigned dome of heaven burned the twelve signs of the zodiac, every star a diamond that shone with its own light.


Folk now began to be astir in the castle, and there came a score of serving men into the presence chamber with brooms and brushes, cloths and leathers, to sweep and garnish it, and burnish the gold and jewels of the chamber. Lissome they were and sprightly of gait, of fresh complexion and fair-haired. Horns grew on their heads. When their tasks were accomplished they departed, and the presence began to fill with guests. A joy it was to see such a shifting maze of velvets, furs, curious needleworks and cloth of tissue, tiffanies, laces, ruffs, goodly chains and carcanets of gold: such glitter of jewels and weapons: such nodding of the plumes the Demons wore in their hair, half veiling the horns that grew upon their heads. Some were sitting on the benches or leaning on the polished tables, some walking forth and back upon the shining floor. Here and there were women among them, women so fair one had said: it is surely white-armed Helen this one; this, Arcadian Atalanta; this, Phryne that stood to Praxiteles for Aphrodite's picture; this, Thaïs, for whom great Alexander to pleasure her fantasy did burn Persepolis like a candle; this, she that was rapt by the Dark God from the flowering fields of Enna, to be Queen for ever among the dead that be departed. Now came a stir near the stately doorway, and Lessingham beheld a Demon of burly frame and noble port, richly attired. His face was ruddy and somewhat freckled, his forehead wide, his eyes calm and blue like the sea. His beard, thick and tawny, was parted and brushed back and upwards on either side.

"Tell me, my little martlet," said Lessingham, "is this Lord Juss?"

"This is not Lord Juss," answered the martlet, "nor aught so worshipful as he. The lord thou seest is Volle, who dwelleth under Kartadza, by the salt sea. A great sea-captain is he, and one that did service to the cause of Demonland, and of the whole world besides, in the late wars against the Ghouls.

"But cast thine eyes again towards the door, where one standeth amid a knot of friends, tall and somewhat stooping, in a corselet of silver, and a cloak of old brocaded silk coloured Eke tarnished gold; something like to Volle in feature, but swarthy, and with bristling black moustachios."

"I see him," said Lessingham. "This then is Lord Juss!"

"Not so," said martlet. "'Tis but Vizz, brother to Volle. He is wealthiest in goods of all the Demons, save the three brethren only and Lord Brandoch Daha."

"And who is this?" asked Lessingham, pointing to one of light and brisk step and humorous eye, who in that moment met Volle and engaged him in converse apart. Handsome of face he was, albeit somewhat long-nosed and sharp-nosed: keen and hard and filled with life and the joy of it.

"Here thou beholdest," answered she, "Lord Zigg, the far-famed tamer of horses. Well loved is he among the Demons, for he is merry of mood, and a mighty man of his hands withal when he leadeth his horsemen against the enemy."

Volle threw up his beard and laughed a great laugh at some jest that Zigg whispered in his ear, and Lessingham leaned forward into the hall if haply he might catch what was said. The hum of talk drowned the words, but leaning forward Lessingham saw where the arras curtains behind the dais parted for a moment, and one of princely bearing advanced past the high seats down the body of the hall. His gait was delicate, as of some lithe beast of prey newly wakened out of slumber, and he greeted with lazy grace the many friends who hailed his entrance. Very tall was that lord, and slender of build, like a girl. His tunic was of silk coloured like the wild rose, and embroidered in gold with representations of flowers and thunderbolts. Jewels glittered on his left hand and on the golden bracelets on his arms, and on the fillet twined among the golden curls of his hair, set with plumes of the king-bird of Paradise. His horns were dyed with saffron, and inlaid with filigree work of gold. His buskins were laced with gold, and from his belt hung a sword, narrow of blade and keen, the hilt rough with beryls and black diamonds. Strangely light and delicate was his frame and seeming, yet with a sense of slumbering power beneath, as the delicate peak of a snow mountain seen afar in the low red rays of morning. His face was beautiful to look upon, and softly coloured like a girl's face, and his expression one of gentle melancholy, mixed with some disdain; but fiery glints awoke at intervals in his eyes, and the lines of swift determination hovered round the mouth below his curled moustachios.

"At last," murmured Lessingham, "at last, Lord Juss!"

"Little art thou to blame," said the martlet, "for this misprision, for scarce could a lordlier sight have joyed thine eyes. Yet is this not Juss, but Lord Brandoch Daha, to whom all Demonland west of Shalgreth and Stropardon oweth allegiance: the rich vineyards of Krothering, the broad pasture lands of Failze, and all the western islands and their cragbound fastnesses. Think not, because he affecteth silks and jewels like a queen, and carrieth himself light and dainty as a silver birch tree on the mountain, that his hand is light or his courage doubtful in war. For years was he held for the third best man- at-arms in all Mercury, along with these, Goldry Bluszco and Gorice X. of Witchland. And Gorice he slew, nine summers back, in single combat, when the Witches harried in Goblinland and Brandoch Daha led five hundred and fourscore Demons to succour Gaslark, the king of that country. And now can none surpass Lord Brandoch Daha in feats of arms, save perchance Goldry alone.

"Yet, lo," she said, as a sweet and wild music stole on the ear, and the guests turned towards the dais, and the hangings parted, "at last, the triple lordship of Demonland! Strike softly, music: smile, Fates, on this festal day! Joy and safe days shine for this world and Demonland! Turn thy gaze first on him who walks in majesty in the midst, his tunic of olive-green velvet ornamented with devices of hidden meaning in thread of gold and beads of chrysolite. Mark how the buskins, clasping his stalwart calves, glitter with gold and amber. Mark the dusky cloak streamed with gold and lined with blood-red silk: a charmed cloak, made by the sylphs in forgotten days, bringing good hap to the wearer, so he be true of heart and no dastard. Mark him that weareth it, his sweet dark countenance, the violet fire in his eyes, the sombre warmth of his smile, like autumn woods in late sunshine. This is Lord Juss, lord of this age-remembering castle, than whom none hath more worship in wide Demonland. Somewhat he knoweth of art magical, yet useth not that art; for it sappeth the life and strength, nor is it held worthy that a Demon should put trust in that art, but rather in his own might and main.

"Now turn thine eyes to him that leaneth on Juss's left arm, shorter but mayhap sturdier than he, apparelled in black silk that shimmers with gold as he moveth, and crowned with black eagle's feathers among his horns and yellow hair. His face is wild and keen like a sea-eagle's, and from his bristling brows the eyes dart glances sharp as a glancing spear. A faint flame, pallid like the fire of a Will-o' -the-Wisp, breathes ever and anon from his distended nostrils. This is Lord Spitfire, impetuous in war. "Last, behold on Juss's right hand, yon lord that bulks mighty as Hercules yet steppeth lightly as a heifer. The thews and sinews of his great limbs ripple as he moves beneath a skin whiter than ivory; his cloak of cloth of gold is heavy with jewels, his tunic of black sendaline hath great hearts worked thereon in rubies and red silk thread. Slung from his shoulders clanks a two-handed sword, the pommel a huge star-ruby carven in the image of a heart, for the heart is his sign and symbol. This is that sword forged by the elves, wherewith he slew the sea-monster, as thou mayest see in the painting on the wall. Noble is he of countenance, most like to his brother Juss, but darker brown of hair and ruddier of hue and bigger of cheekbone. Look well on him, for never shall thine eyes behold a greater champion than the Lord Goldry Bluszco, captain of the hosts of Demonland."

Now when the greetings were done and the strains of the lutes and recorders sighed and lost themselves in the shadowy vault of the roof, the cup-bearers did fill great gems made in form of cups with ancient wine, and the Demons caroused to Lord Juss deep draughts in honour of this day of his nativity. And now they were ready to set forth by twos and threes into the parks and pleasaunces, some to take their pleasure about the fair gardens and fishponds, some to hunt wild game among the wooded hills, some to disport themselves at quoits or tennis or riding at the ring or martial exercises; that so they might spend the livelong day as befitteth high holiday, in pleasure and action without care, and thereafter revel in the lofty presence chamber till night grew old with eating and drinking and all delight.

But as they were upon going forth, a trumpet was sounded without, three strident blasts.

"What kill-joy have we here?" said Spitfire. "The trumpet soundeth only for travellers from the outlands. I feel it in my bones some rascal is come to Galing, one that bringeth ill hap in his pocket and a shadow athwart the sun on this our day of festival."

"Speak no word of ill omen," answered Juss. "Whosoe'er it be, we will straight dispatch his business and so fall to pleasure indeed. Some, run to the gate and bring him in."

The serving man hastened and returned, saying, "Lord, it is an Ambassador from Witchland and his train. Their ship made land at Lookinghaven-ness at nightfall. They slept on board, and your soldiers gave them escort to Galing at break of day. He craveth present audience."

"From Witchland, ha?" said Juss. "Such smokes use ever to go before the fire."

"Shall's bid the fellow," said Spitfire, "wait on our pleasure? It is pity such should poison our gladness."

Goldry laughed and said, "Whom hath he sent us? Laxus, think you? to make his peace with us again for that vile part of his practised against us off Kartadza, detestably falsifying his word he had given us?"

Juss said to the serving man, "Thou sawest the Ambassador. Who is he?"

"Lord," answered he, "His face was strange to me. He is little of stature and, by your highness' leave, the most unlike to a great lord of Witchland that ever I saw. And, by your leave, for all the marvellous rich and sumptuous coat a weareth, he is very like a false jewel in a rich casing."


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Table of Contents
Illustrations
Dedication
The Induction
I. The Castle of Lord Juss
II. The Wrastling for Demonland
III. The Red Foliot
IV. Conjuring in the Iron Tower
V. King Gorice's Sending
VI. The Claws of Witchland
VII. Guests of the King in Carcë
VIII. The First Expedition to Impland
IX. Salapanta Hills
X. The Marchlands of the Moruna
XI. The Burg of Eshgrar Ogo
XII. Koshtra Pivrarcha
XIII. Koshtra Belorn
XIV. The Lake of Ravary
XV. Queen Prezmyra
XVI. The Lady Sriva's Embassage
XVII. The King flies his Haggard
XVIII. The Murther of Gallandus by Corsus
XIX. Thremnir's Heugh
XX. King Corinius
XXI. The Parley before Krothering
XXII. Aurwath and Switchwater
XXIII. The Weird begun of Ishnain Nemartra
XXIV. A King in Krothering
XXV. Lord Gro and the Lady Mevrian
XXVI. The Battle of Krothering Side
XXVII. The Second Expedition to Impland
XXVIII. Zora Rach nam Psarrion
XXIX. The Fleet at Muelva
XXX. Tidings of Melikaphkhaz
XXXI. The Demons before Carcë
XXXII. The Latter End of all the Lords of Witchland
XXXIII. Queen Sophonisba in Galing
Argument: with Dates
Bibliographical Note on the Verses

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The Worm Ouroboros (Barnes & Noble Library of Essential Reading) 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 35 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A few days ago I picked up this new edition of 'The Worm Ouroboros' at the local Barnes & Noble. I had read the novel three times before, having first read it about thirty years ago. I began just by reading the introduction, but soon I was rereading the book itself--and I am enjoying it immensely, even more than I have enjoyed it before. Eddison's style is amazingly rich and powerful. Overall, the novel is the quintessence of High Romanticism, with larger-than-life characters, a world-sweeping plot, and (again) language that recalls Shakespeare's and Marlowe's windy periods. There are a host of magnificent scenes: for example, the chapter concerning the three armies chasing one another in a charmed circle through the wastes of Impland the siege of Eshgrar Ogo the ascent of Koshtra Pivrarcha. But every passage has delightful, sinewy turns of language. This is one of the great works of the twentieth century, and it's unfortunate that it is not better known. I congratulate Barnes & Noble for republishing it in this handsome edition.
The_Searcher More than 1 year ago
This is touted as the book that created the literary genre of Science Fiction and Fantasy. I believe it was written in the 1920's by British author E.R. Eddison. It is a fine story but a bit hard to follow at times because of the combined use of heroic Norse and Elizabethan language which is to say the choice is an attempt to place the story in an ancient setting but somewhere in the far reaches of the cosmos. It was hard to read at first and tires one easily by trying to understand if one understood. Once accustomed to the language the story was well told about ancient warriors both good and bad. It relates the tale of their quarrels and the reason thereof. The men were brave, strong and honest if they were the good guys of Demonland, and the bad guys were also brave and strong but followed the evil King Gorice of Witchland. All the women were lovely and key to the story. When a woman becomes central in the narrative something interesting is about to unfold. In this mythical land of Goblinland versus Witchland and other realms the description of the setting adds to the drama by painting a very interesting visualization. The narrator speaks of wondrous jewels used freely in every instance of interiors, clothing and jewelry but all are gems of this world. The actual landscape is somewhat disappointing as it is strategically designed for battle and defense; not for prosaic beauty or sweet whimsy. Caught in the middle are all the other kingdoms taking sides and tilting the battle this way then that so it was never clear which side would eventually be victorious. I liked the unpredictability, the cunning, and the surprises along the way. The author did not dwell in great detail in the escapes and solutions but moves quickly on to the next scenario so the pace was quick. Sure, good versus evil and good always wins. Or does it? The ending sure surprised me and I have not yet read a story that ended thus. While a bit hard to follow in the beginning it is a good read, and I miss the language that was so much a part of the story.
Joel_M More than 1 year ago
This novel by one of the "grandfathers of fantasy" feels rather like a Scandinavian saga written in faux Elizabethan English with occasional bits of Greek mythology thrown in for good measure. The plot follows the conflict between the noble military-superpower nation of Demonland and the treacherous, imperialistic Witchland. The world is alternately stated to be either "the planet Mercury" or "Middle Earth" and has a definite "swords and sorcery" feel to it with the emphasis on swords. Both Tolkien and Lewis admired Eddison's world-building, but were less than thrilled with the morality/worldview embraced in this story: a bloody Norse warrior code with a cyclical view of history rather than a Judeo-Christian ethic/worldview. There are definitely some quirks in Eddison's writing. The strangest is the invisible, intangible dreamer/observer and his avian spirit-guide who serve as a sort of narrator for the first three chapters and then randomly disappear never to be heard of again (save one fleeting mention toward the middle of the book). Another oddity is that the settings, wardrobes, etc. are described in the lushest terms imaginable, but all the characters are flat and static in the extreme. Despite the quirks, this is an enjoyable read for its lush descriptions, grand prose, and historical value as one of the first modern fantasy novels.
Guest More than 1 year ago
E.R. Eddison has written an epic in praise of glory and greatness. His characters are great warriors performing majestic deeds, although there's not quite the moral and emotional depth of (for example)Tolkien's 'Lord of the Rings' or Lord Dunsany's 'Charwoman's Shadow' - Eddison writes for admirers of the heroic, a fantasy in rich prose to delight lovers of medieval romances and Nordic legends, in a pseudo-medieval/European setting. Although one side of the conflict is portrayed as more 'good' than the other, the overall theme is of the great deeds done in the conflict, rather than the end of it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good read.
mr.mcox on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book, but it was definitely not a page turner and I'm not sure whether its a story I will want to read over and over again. The language took some getting used to and while the author's style forced me to read more slowly, it also helped me appreciate the cinematic imagery.
jimmaclachlan on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a 'classic'. A lot of high-powered writers liked it. I tried several times to make it through it before I managed it. The language is almost constructed - it doesn't flow for me as much as writhe around before I finally pin it down. It's in an odd style (Elizabethan?) with a story that reminds me of the Iliad or the Odyssey. Great story, sucky style. Why he writes such long, convoluted sentences with archaic words in such a stilted style is beyond me. All the critics like it, but I doubt it will ever be popular with the masses.Once I got past the style, the story was a lot of fun. It's an imaginative world where the inhabitants are demons, witches & the politics are as bad as those of the Iliad. Heroes abound & they journey about committing deeds of bravery.
nlaurent on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I purchased this book for my husband after reading the author was one of J.K. Tolkein's favorite descriptive writers. I thought who in he world would J.K. Tolkein look up to? But I can see why! My gosh this is the most rich, enormous, decadent tapestry of descriptive prose and mythical plot I have ever drooled over in bed. Whenever someone is sick in this house and wants to be distracted from the flu or some other misery, out comes this book, which must be read slowly as the sentences are complex and beg to be savored. I would be so bold as to say that I had only thought I had read amazing fantasy and science fiction books, until I read this one. This is what they all really aspired to write, but fell short. This is no Harry Potter or Goldenn Compass series, while those are nothing to sneeze at, I'll give you all that. But it surpasses the Lord of the Rings somehow not in plot, but in world building. Have your notecards or notbooks out to keep track of the lineage of deamons you'll start to obsess about, and plan on staying up late. But whatever you do, don't sleep in Lotus Room! ;)
rnsulentic on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Sort of the Ur-novel for 'high' fantasy. The language takes getting used to. But the story has a great hook.
caracabe on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
To enjoy The Worm Ouroboros, one must accept the glorification of war, just as one must accept magic spells and E.R. Eddison's invented, pseudo-archaic language. Once you get used to the style, it is mostly unobtrusive and occasionally delightful.Eddison's heroes are not very clearly drawn. The one exception is the dandy and berserker Brandoch Daha -- and now I've told you everything about him. Eddison often does a better job with the villains, such as King Gorice the nth (take your pick) and the aptly-named Corsus. The most nuanced and interesting character is the principled traitor Lord Gro.As you might expect from a tale weak on characterization, events are plot-driven. The plot concerns the invasion of Demonland by the forces of Witchland under King Gorice, which includes the supernatural kidnapping and rescue of Goldry Bluszco, one of the lords of demonland. Despite the carefully constructed, symmetrical plot -- or maybe because of it -- the tale seems episodic. Actions are driven by a scheme external to the story, rather than growing from character.At the end of the novel, the glorification of war becomes explicit. This -- and the nature of the ending itself -- rather broke the spell for me. Nonetheless, I enjoyed the book, and plan to read Eddison's Zimiamvia trilogy.
humdog on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
this book is said to have inspired Tolkein to write Lord of the Rings. Lord of the Rings has inspired the structure of most synthetic worlds to date.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Long, but once get interested you won't mind. The story moves at a good pace. The language used is archaic but easy enough to read. If you like epic fantasy you'll love this book.
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sodium23 More than 1 year ago
I was taken by the archaic language, which can be understood from context. Great words I had never seen before. The author was a scholar of the Norse sagas and myths and early language. Descriptions of landscape and battles are exceptional. Not much character development, but you will recognize parallels to various Norse gods.
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