Michael Moorcock’s Elric books (and to a lesser extent, his Corum series) are among the small number of fantasy novels I’ve actually read and enjoyed. I would almost certainly never have thought about reading these books otherwise and probably wouldn’t have even heard of them, as I’ve never had a lot of interest in reading fantasy, especially of the ‘swords and sorcery’ type. I have my father to thank for introducing me, as a teenager, to Elric of Melniboné. Much of it Elric himself was to remember only in his nightmares. This is a tale of sorceries and treacheries and worthy ideals, of agonies and fearful pleasures, of bitter love and sweet hatred. This is a tale of monstrous emotions and high ambitions.
This is a tale of tragedy, this tale of Melniboné, the Dragon Isle.
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