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The Sailor on the Seas of Fate

by Michael Moorcock · 1976

Elric of Melniboné, last of the emperors of a once mighty land, exiled bearer of the sword of deathpower called Stormbringer, found a ship waiting for him on a mist-wreathed alien seashore. When he boarded the mysterious… more

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I know not which I prefer the look of—those who attack us or that which defends us!
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Death is the promise we're all born with, sir. A good death is better than a poor one.
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Being an imperfect creature in an imperfect world he would always know paradox. And that was why in paradox there was always a kind of truth. That was why philosophers and soothsayers flourished. In a perfect world there would be no place for them. In an imperfect world the mysteries were always without solution and that was why there was always a great choice of solutions.
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Man may trust man, Prince Elric, but perhaps we'll never have a truly sane world until men learn to trust mankind.
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Best believe our fates are our own, even if the evidence denies it.
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On such ventures as these one is inclined to forget much, as one forgets a dream.
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Elric of Melniboné, last of the emperors of a once mighty land, exiled bearer of the sword of deathpower called Stormbringer, found a ship waiting for him on a mist-wreathed alien seashore.

When he boarded the mysterious vessel, he learned from its shadowy captain that he was to undertake a strange quest, side by side with other heroes from other times. For this ship sailed no earthly waters. These warriors and champions fought sorcerers and demons in a journey spanning seas that seemed to connect not continents and coastlines but other eras and different worlds. For they were, all of them, sailors on the seas of fate.

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First published
1976
Genre
Fantasy
Goodreads rating
3.91 (13k ratings)

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