So, apparently David Eddings is dead. It was a while ago (June 2nd) but damn.
Reading the Belgariad when I was about twelve got me back into reading, and it raised my standards for fantasy fiction to ridiculously high levels. I own seventeen books by him, and I still want to get a copy of Belgarath the Sorcerer.
His stories were formulaic, sometimes simple, and really, really long, but they were also witty, snarky, strong, and impossible to forget. His characters were larger-than-life, but still believable, and I could never not cheer for them. Kheldar is one of my all-time favorites to this day.
So here's to you Mr. Eddings.
"And so, my children, the time has come to close the book. There will be other days and other stories, but this tale is finished."
Reading the Belgariad when I was about twelve got me back into reading, and it raised my standards for fantasy fiction to ridiculously high levels. I own seventeen books by him, and I still want to get a copy of Belgarath the Sorcerer.
His stories were formulaic, sometimes simple, and really, really long, but they were also witty, snarky, strong, and impossible to forget. His characters were larger-than-life, but still believable, and I could never not cheer for them. Kheldar is one of my all-time favorites to this day.
So here's to you Mr. Eddings.
"And so, my children, the time has come to close the book. There will be other days and other stories, but this tale is finished."
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