By Peter David
The go back of Sir Apropos of not anything! "This sequel to the wildly winning Sir Apropos of not anything begins with a bawdy send-up of Lord of the earrings, yet speedy segues into its personal territory with the looks of a mysterious Visionary at Apropos's bar, Bugger corridor. the fellow tells our antihero, 'You turns into a shadow of your former self whereas escaping to the Tragic Waste at the highway to Ruin,' (or is that 'Woad to Wuin'?), simply as Sharee, Apropos's weaver better half from the 1st quantity, bursts in and begs for his assist in escaping Lord Beliquose. The very loud lord wishes a robust gem, the attention of the Beholder, which the almost powerless Sharee possesses and which Apropos swiftly steals....The wisecracking wordplay that enthusiasts have come to count on skips easily off the web page, lifting this satirical fable right into a type all its own...goofy leisure with gritty philosophical musing. -- Publishers Weekly (Starred assessment)
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Whether you have two, or one, or none, very much depends upon how prepared you are to face your future. " 'Twas a waste of time, of that I was becoming more and more convinced, but I told myself that there was no harm in listening to the fool, even though in doing so I risked making myself as grand a fool as he. " He looked back to the parchment, seemingly oddly pleased that I had lost my temper. It was as if he considered such impatience to be an indication that I was genuinely paying attention rather than dismissing him out of hand.
As a result, I would make my predictions and simply upset people. " I hated to admit it, but the fellow made a degree of sense to me. I have, as you know, some interest in the ways of destiny and fate. The notion that people simply could not deal with the truth of what awaited them certainly made as much sense as anything when trying to determine why prognostications were usually so oblique in their phrasings. '" "Oh, absolutely. But," and he raised a warning finger, "I must ask you not to hold me responsible for what you learn.
Provided I had any will. The wind suddenly took the parchment then, yanking it from beneath the still hand of the Visionary, and tossed it carelessly onto the fire, where the ends began to curl and blacken. With a cry I reflexively made for it, forgetting about the open door, forgetting about everything except my fate as it was laid out on that piece of paper. I took several steps toward it, then paused, realizing that it would be useless to me. I couldn't read ancient runic. But then I further realized that I might be able to find someone else who could, and on that basis I should have it with me just in case.