Ein Beitrag von Bettina von Allwörden (Meister)
For quite a while Peter S. Beagle had been a red rag to me, because he wrote the screenplay for the animated version of the Lord of the Rings. And I didn't like that film. Peter S. Beagle also dared to not tell my favorite episodes in the appropriate epic.
Now Peter S. Beagle will soon be given the World Fantasy Award for his lifetime achievement. So, this is a good occasion to ask him a few questions (of course about the Lord of the Rings as well) and to congratulate him ...
Ein Beitrag von Chris Morris
Divinity of hell!
When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
As I do now.
William Shakespeare, Othello
When Lysicles awoke, the light hurt his eyes. So white and bright blazed this light, he could see nothing else. Tears were streaming down his face; he could feel them on his cheeks. He rubbed his face and his hand came away sticky. Around him he heard moaning and groaning. Then the moaning and groaning stopped; perhaps it was his.
Ein Beitrag von Chris Morris
Is this Erebos, in the realm of Hades, amid the shadows between the world of the living and the world of the dead? Lysicles asks himself in the opening scene of Erra and the Seven, my story for Lawyers in Hell. Is this the crossroads where three roads meet: the road to Tartaros; the road to Asphodel; and the road to Elysion? If it is, Lysicles thinks, souls are sent here to be judged and set on their deserved paths: to Tartaros, whence there is no return and no relief; to Asphodels meadows, where stricken heroes wander who remember name and fame only by drinking blood; or to the fields of honor on the isle of Elysion, where bliss and loved ones wait.
Ein Beitrag von Wayne Borean
Perry Rhodan is claimed to be the most successful Science Fiction series ever. When it started back in 1961, no one knew how successful it would be. I suspect if the original writers had known how well it would do, they probably would have run screaming...
Perry Rhodan has always had one huge disadvantage, and that is the lack of a timely English translation.
Ein Beitrag von Scott Oden
The spear bites low and deep, slipping between bronze and leather to skewer his hip. He stumbles. The enemy surges forward. A wicker shield catches him off balance; a second spear shatters on the brow of his Corinthian helmet. Zeus Savior and Ares! he bellows; faces loom over him cruel Asiatics with curled and blood-blasted beards, lips peeled back in snarls of hate. They had paid dearly for this. Oh, yes. They had paid the butchers bill, a hecatomb of blood and flesh for every man among them. He falls to his knees, hears his own men cry out his name: Leonidas!
Time slows. A tracery of clouds veil the face of the sun, creating bands of light and shadow across the stony face of Mount Kallidromos. Colors flare and sharpen: the purple of Persian tunics, the gleam of scale and bronze, the warm chestnut of leather
all nearly hidden by a pall of blood. Times flow resumes with a scream of rage.