/lit/ - Literature

>>23416397
>Easy Mode: Name one female fantasy author you enjoy
Melanie Rawn
>Moderate Mode: Who's 70 or younger.
Joanna Russ, Anna Kavan, Le Guin, Sheri S Tepper, Mercedes Lackey etc.
>Hard Mode: 60 or younger
Jacqueline Carey
>Nightmare Mode: 40 or younger
>Masochist Mode: 30 or younger
I...I will bend the knee...
I confess, i only read old female authors

>>21762290
>Little Nemo in kino-land
Beyond Based

>>21647197
S&S-sama... i kneel...

>>21502169

>A sudden instinct made him tense as a strange, familiar sensation fluttered in his chest. He looked up, breath strangling in his throat Soaring through the sky were dragons, more than a hundred of them. The sires and she-dragons Feylin had so carefully counted had produced hatchlings, none of which had been slaughtered by a hunt. No bigger than young children, they beat their wings powerfully, keeping up with their watchful elders on the journey from the caves around Skybowl and Feruche to the cool heights of the Catha Hills in the south.
>Rohan felt his throat tighten, his eyes sting. His dragons, more than he had ever seen before in his life, free and proud and alive. His dragons.
>As they flew from the Desert across the Faolain, the chant began again. But it was not his name that rumbled along the riverbank, growing louder, following the dragons over Roelstra’s camp as hundreds of wings cast shadows on the violet tents. Someone knowing the old tongue had renamed Rohan, given him the single powerful word that would be his for the rest of his life.
>Azhei. Dragon Prince.
Rawn-sama I-i kneel...

>A sudden instinct made him tense as a strange, familiar sensation fluttered in his chest. He looked up, breath strangling in his throat Soaring through the sky were dragons, more than a hundred of them. The sires and she-dragons Feylin had so carefully counted had produced hatchlings, none of which had been slaughtered by a hunt. No bigger than young children, they beat their wings powerfully, keeping up with their watchful elders on the journey from the caves around Skybowl and Feruche to the cool heights of the Catha Hills in the south.
>Rohan felt his throat tighten, his eyes sting. His dragons, more than he had ever seen before in his life, free and proud and alive. His dragons.
>As they flew from the Desert across the Faolain, the chant began again. But it was not his name that rumbled along the riverbank, growing louder, following the dragons over Roelstra’s camp as hundreds of wings cast shadows on the violet tents. Someone knowing the old tongue had renamed Rohan, given him
the single powerful word that would be his for the rest of his life.
>Azhei. Dragon Prince.
Rawn-sama i-i kneel.

>>21351981
The Redemption of Bakkerfag

>>16042546
Wow... so this is the power of modern epic fantasy