Elric: The Sleeping Sorceress: [series Title:] Chronicles Of The Last Emperor Of Melniboné    Volume 3 by Michael MoorcockElric: The Sleeping Sorceress: [series Title:] Chronicles Of The Last Emperor Of Melniboné    Volume 3 by Michael Moorcock

Elric: The Sleeping Sorceress: [series Title:] Chronicles Of The Last Emperor Of Melniboné…

byMichael Moorcock

Paperback | November 25, 2008

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Elric of Melniboné. Traitor. Savior. Lover. Thief. Last king of a fallen empire whose cruelty was surpassed only by its beauty. Sustained by drugs and the vampiric powers of his black sword, Stormbringer, haunted by visions of a tragic past and a doomed future, Elric wanders the world in quest of oblivion. But the great lords of Law and Chaos have other plans for this tormented adventurer.
This volume is the third of Del Rey’s definitive collections featuring the tales of Elric and other aspects of Michael Moorcock’s Eternal Champion, along with essays, a selection of classic artwork, and new material never seen in book form.

Gorgeously illustrated by Steve Ellis, and featuring a foreword by Holly Black, The Sleeping Sorceress is a must-have for all lovers of fantasy.
Michael Moorcock, 1939 - Writer Michael Moorcock was born December 18, 1939 in Mitcham, Surrey, England to Arthur and June (Taylor) Moorcock. He was married to writer Hilary Bailey from 1962-1978 and had three children with her. He also married Jill Riches, in 1978, and Linda Mullens Steele, in 1983. Moorcock was the editor of the juve...
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Title:Elric: The Sleeping Sorceress: [series Title:] Chronicles Of The Last Emperor Of Melniboné…Format:PaperbackDimensions:368 pages, 8.3 × 5.6 × 0.8 inPublished:November 25, 2008Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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IN THE SKY a cold moon, cloaked in clouds, sent down faint light that fell upon a sullen sea where a ship lay at anchor off an uninhabited coast.From the ship a boat was being lowered. It swayed in its harness.Two figures, swathed in long capes, watched the seamen lowering theboat while they, themselves, tried to calm horses which stamped theirhoofs on the unstable deck and snorted and rolled their eyes.The shorter figure clung hard to his horse’s bridle and grumbled.“Why should this be necessary? Why could not we have disembarkedat Trepesaz? Or at least some fishing harbour boasting an inn,however lowly . . .”“Because, friend Moonglum, I wish our arrival in Lormyr to be secret.If Theleb K’aarna knew of my coming—as he soon would if wewent to Trepesaz—then he would fly again and the chase would beginafresh. Would you welcome that?”Moonglum shrugged. “I still feel that your pursuit of this sorcereris no more than a surrogate for real activity. You seek him because youdo not wish to seek your proper destiny . . .”Elric turned his bone-white face in the moonlight and regardedMoonglum with crimson, moody eyes. “And what of it? You need notaccompany me if you do not wish to . . .”Again, Moonglum shrugged his shoulders. “Aye. I know. PerhapsI stay with you for the same reasons that you pursue the sorcerer of PanTang.” He grinned. “So that’s enough of debate, eh, Lord Elric?”“Debate achieves nothing,” Elric agreed. He patted his horse’s noseas more seamen, clad in colourful Tarkeshite silks, came forward totake the horses and hoist them down to the waiting boat.Struggling, whinnying through the bags muffling their heads, thehorses were lowered, their hoofs thudding on the bottom of the boat asif they would stave it in. Then Elric and Moonglum, their bundles ontheir backs, swung down the ropes and jumped into the rocking craft.The sailors pushed off from the ship with their oars and then, bodiesbending, began to row for the shore.The late autumn air was cold. Moonglum shivered as he staredtowards the bleak cliffs ahead. “Winter is near and I’d rather be domiciledat some friendly tavern than roaming abroad. When this businessis done with the sorcerer, what say we head for Jadmar or one of theother big Vilmirian cities and see what mood the warmer clime puts usin?”But Elric did not reply. His strange eyes stared into the darknessand they seemed to be peering into the depths of his own soul and notliking what they saw.Moonglum sighed and pursed his lips. He huddled deeper in hiscloak and rubbed his hands to warm them. He was used to his friend’ssudden lapses of silence, but familiarity did not make him enjoy themany better. From somewhere on the shore a nightbird shrieked and asmall animal squealed. The sailors grunted as they pulled on their oars.The moon came out from behind the clouds and it shone on Elric’sgrim, white face, made his crimson eyes seem to glow like the coals ofhell, revealed the barren cliffs of the shore.The sailors shipped their oars as the boat’s bottom ground on shingle.The horses, smelling land, snorted and moved their hoofs. Elricand Moonglum rose to steady them.Two seamen leapt into the cold water and brought the boat uphigher. Another patted the neck of Elric’s horse and did not look directlyat the albino as he spoke. “The captain said you would pay mewhen we reached the Lormyrian shore, my lord.”Elric grunted and reached under his cloak. He drew out a jewelthat shone brightly through the darkness of the night. The sailorgasped and stretched out his hand to take it. “Xiombarg’s blood, I havenever seen so fine a gem!”Elric began to lead the horse into the shallows and Moonglumhastily followed him, cursing under his breath and shaking his headfrom side to side.Laughing among themselves, the sailors shoved the boat back intodeeper water.As Elric and Moonglum mounted their horses and the boat pulledthrough the darkness towards the ship, Moonglum said: “That jewelwas worth a hundred times the cost of our passage!”“What of it?” Elric fitted his feet in his stirrups and made his horsewalk towards a part of the cliff which was less steep than the rest. Hestood up in his stirrups for a moment to adjust his cloak and settle himselfmore firmly in his saddle. “There is a path here, by the look of it. Much overgrown.”“I would point out,” Moonglum said bitterly, “that if it were left toyou, Lord Elric, we should have no means of livelihood at all. If I hadnot taken the precaution of retaining some of the profits made from thesale of that trireme we captured and auctioned in Dhakos, we shouldbe paupers now.”“Aye,” returned Elric carelessly, and he spurred his horse up thepath that led to the top of the cliff.In frustration Moonglum shook his head, but he followed the albino.By dawn they were riding over the undulating landscape of small hillsand valleys that made up the terrain of Lormyr’s most northerly peninsula.“Since Theleb K’aarna must needs live off rich patrons,” Elric explainedas they rode, “he will almost certainly go to the capital, Iosaz,where King Montan rules. He will seek service with some noble, perhapsKing Montan himself.”“And how soon shall we see the capital, Lord Elric?” Moonglumlooked up at the clouds.“It is several days’ ride, Master Moonglum.”Moonglum sighed. The sky bore signs of snow and the tent he carriedrolled behind his saddle was of thin silk, suitable for the hotterlands of the East and West.He thanked his gods that he wore a thick quilted jerkin beneathhis breastplate and that before he had left the ship he had pulled on apair of woolen breeks to go beneath the gaudier breeks of red silk thatwere his outer wear. His conical cap of fur, iron and leather hadearflaps which were now drawn tightly and secured by a thong beneathhis chin and his heavy deerskin cape was drawn closely around hisshoulders.Elric, for his part, seemed not to notice the chill weather. His owncape flapped behind him. He wore breeks of deep blue silk, a highcollaredshirt of black silk, a steel breastplate lacquered a gleamingblack, like his helmet, and embossed with patterns of delicate silverwork.Behind his saddle were deep panniers and across this was a bowand a quiver of arrows. At his side swung the huge runesword Stormbringer,the source of his strength and his misery, and on his right hipwas a long dirk, presented him by Queen Yishana of Jharkor.Moonglum bore a similar bow and quiver. On each hip was asword, one short and straight, the other long and curved, after the fashionof the men of Elwher, his homeland. Both blades were in scabbardsof beautifully worked Ilmioran leather, embellished with stitching ofscarlet and gold thread.Together the pair looked, to those who had not heard of them, likefree-traveling mercenaries who had been more successful than most intheir chosen careers.Their horses bore them tirelessly through the countryside. Thesewere tall Shazaarian steeds, known all over the Young Kingdoms fortheir stamina and intelligence. After several weeks cooped up in thehold of the Tarkeshite ship they were glad to be moving again.Now small villages—squat houses of stone and thatch—came insight, but Elric and Moonglum were careful to avoid them.Lormyr was one of the oldest of the Young Kingdoms and much ofthe world’s history had been made there. Even the Melnibonéans hadheard the tales of Lormyr’s hero of ancient times, Aubec of Malador ofthe province of Klant, who was said to have carved new lands from thestuff of Chaos that had once existed at World’s Edge. But Lormyr hadlong since declined from her peak of power (though still a major nationof the south-west) and had mellowed into a nation that was at once picturesque and cultured. Elric and Moonglum passed pleasant farmsteads, well-nurtured fields, vineyards and orchards in which thegolden-leaved trees were surrounded by time-worn, moss-grown walls. A sweet land and a peaceful land in contrast to the rawer, bustling north-western nations of Jharkor, Tarkesh and Dharijor which they had left behind.Moonglum gazed around him as they slowed their horses to a trot.“Theleb K’aarna could work much mischief here, Elric. I am remindedof the peaceful hills and plains of Elwher, my own land.”Elric nodded. “Lormyr’s years of turbulence ended when she castoff Melniboné’s shackles and was first to proclaim herself a free nation.I have a liking for this restful landscape. It soothes me. Now we haveanother reason for finding the sorcerer before he begins to stir his brewof corruption.”Moonglum smiled quietly. “Be careful, my lord, for you are onceagain succumbing to those soft emotions you so despise . . .”Elric straightened his back. “Come. Let’s make haste for Iosaz.”“The sooner we reach a city with a decent tavern and a warm fire,the better.” Moonglum drew his cape tighter about his thin body.“Then pray that the sorcerer’s soul is soon sent to limbo, MasterMoonglum, for then I’ll be content to sit before the fire all winter longif it suits you.”And Elric made his horse break into a sudden gallop as greyevening closed over the tranquil hills.

Editorial Reviews

“[Elric is] among the most memorable characters in fantasy literature.”–Science Fiction Chronicle“The greatest writer of post-Tolkien British fantasy.”–Michael Chabon“Before Elric, my idea of a fantasy novel hero was a strapping fellow who rose from simple circumstances to lofty heights. Elric was decadent, sickly, and doomed. I loved him instantly.”–from the Foreword by Holly Black, New York Times bestselling author of The Spiderwick Chronicles