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I have just finished Mayer Alan Brenner's Dance of the Gods series, wrapped up with Spell of Apocalypse.

I quite enjoyed the series, but must warn you that editing seemed to get a little more lax with each book. Some of my favored lines from the aptly titled Apocalypse:

"He's a bit too dangerous for that, like deciding to train an asp as a house pet. It can be done, but why bother?"

"You'd think as a freelance, currently beholden to me, you might have a little more discretion where you sling your insults."
He looked thoughtful. "Could that be why I've never had a regular job?"

My brother has a regular diet of appetizers made from people who though they had the drop on him.

"I am not ready to retire. There is always enough energy for revenge. This is a central tenet of godhood."

It would be nice if they could just conveniently destroy each other, which was exactly why it was hopelessly unlikely that would ever come to pass.

"Will you kill him now?" Svin asked.
"No," Gashanatantra said thoughtfully. "I think there's been a bit too much of that lately, don't you?"
"He seemed ready to kill you!," Jurtan pointed out.
"Yes, well," said Gashanatantra, "I think he was only having his fun. I could have most likely talked him out of it."

"For anyone fond of the old order, or of civic order in general I suppose, the situation is fairly apocalyptic."

"If it's all the same to you," stated Shaa, "personally speaking I would rather not be the proximate cause of death to thousands and eradication of races. My medical training, you understand."

The potential audience might be reduced somewhat if it was necessary to learn a defunct language before you could start on the first page.

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I shall now move on to The Sky So Big and Black, by John Barnes. :)

Finished Spell of Intrigue, which was funny and convoluted and entertaining and I recommend it. Will move on to the third of the series this week I think. Took a brief break from that world to wade through Tales of the Starbuck Avenger, by Jeffrey Channing Wells.
Superhero comedy for the win! You can read TotSA at the esteemed Mr. Wells' livejournal, or go to this post for a downloadable ebook version. I opted for the ebook download, but he's got a bunch of short stories and other stuff well worth checking out on the original livejournal, and I fully intend to read more of that in the future. :)

For now though, sleep. Sleep will be had, as morning will creep in to disturb me entirely too soon.

Some time ago, I read a book by Mayer Alan Brenner, Spell of Catastrophe. I promptly downloaded the rest of the series (available from the author's website, no piracy here!) and then never got around to reading them. I'm gonna fix that now, and rejoin the adventures of Maximillian the Vaguely Disreputable. Today I started Spell of Intrigue, and 14 pages in am already encountering lines I feel the need to share. The hell did I wait so long to continue this series? Bah.

"Adventuring is an improvisational art."

"It's my kids," he said, "I should never have had kids in the first place. That was the beginning of the end. They warp your whole sensibility. You should have some."

Max was fully at home with the company of a highly functioning mind. The Lion, Max had discovered, had a brain with which no one could find fault, but was reticent to the point of pulling teeth about actually using it...

I had deep reservoirs of total incompetence whose surfaces I had barely begun to scratch.