Authors: James Enge
Published 2012 by PyrÂ®, an imprint of Prometheus Books
A Guile of Dragons.
Copyright Â© 2012 James Enge. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, digital, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, or conveyed via the Internet or a website without prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
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Map by Rhys Davies
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Enge, James, 1960â
A guile of dragons : tournament of shadows I / by James Enge.
p. cm. â (Tournament of shadows ; bk. 1)
ISBN 978-1-61614-628-3 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-1-61614-629-0 (ebook)
Printed in the United States of America
who deserves a book of real history but instead gets this.
Laudato si, mi Signore, per frate Focu,
per lo quale ennallumini la nocte:
ed ello Ã¨ bello et iucundo et robustoso et forte.
is quoted from the translation by David F. Swenson and Lillian Marvin Swenson (revised by Howard A. Johnson) (Garden City, NY: Doubleday/Anchor, 1971).
The quotation for Dostoevsky's
Notes from Underground
is from David Magarshack's translation
(Dostoevsky's Best Stories
[New York: Modern Library, 1955]).
All translations from the Dwarvish and Wardic in the text are from H. N. Emrys' magisterial commentary on Von Brauch's
(Musopolis: Euphemia State University Press, 1952). They are used here by gracious permission of her estate.
The day of wrath, that day
will shatter the centuries in fire.
I have the courage, I believe, to doubt everything: I have the courage, I believe, to fight with everything; but I have not the courage to know anything, not the courage to possess, to own anything. Most people complain that the world is so prosaic, that life is not like romance, where opportunities are always so favorable. I complain that life is not like romance, where one had hard-hearted parents, and nixies and trolls to fight, and enchanted princesses to free. What are all such enemies, taken together, compared to the pale, bloodless, tenacious nocturnal shapes with which I fight, and to whom I give life and substance?
In a Dark Wood