I dled Dragonlance off Usenet - what GARBAGE! I got halfway through the first Chronicle before losing all respect as an army of lizard men, previously invincible in teams of 8, lays nary a scratch on the escaping prisoners, but meekly fall before the Somnambulist knight's mustachioed strokes, otherwise demurring to interrupt our escaping heroes as they shuttles laps between camp's center and surrounding swamp. Because, unlike the above-average Chuck E. Cheeze patron, the lizard men were fully taken in by their animatronic wicker dragon, including the lizard mage rulers who built it.
At least Susan Cooper permitted her antagonist to tag along at a polite distance. The D&D duo simply omit the villain entirely.
One can stand only so much manly weeping and diplomatic defusal of angry shouting before "more emo" starts floating up from the page. A random sampling of other books in the interminable franchise confirmed the worst: some uninspiring dragons, a bit of bizarre tattoo porn, and more Rasta coughin' up chronic. Fortunately the herb master never discovers menthol, preserving that infinite canvas on which the authors paint his tantalizing nearness to death.
Cryptonomicon is amusing but had better pick up, and Philippino girls is slumming regardless of strata.
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