newbee2004 wrote:I just finished the 6th tolkeen book. In it it talks about dragon kings being kicked out of their home world.
Is that in some book and if so which?
First and only mention.
I expect it will stay that way.
No way. Those homeless dragon kings gotta go somewhere now that Tolkeen is destroyed. I see them being a recurring player in that part of the world. "Hey buddy, can you spare some gold and maybe a villager". Nothing sadder than a homeless dragon.
And where the people were nasty to the exiled Dragon Kings, there was much death and burnination
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Svartalf wrote:And where the people were nasty to the exiled Dragon Kings, there was much death and burnination
*Smiles beatifically.
I still don't get why the Dragon Kings would leave their homes to the talking monkies like that. Makes no sense. There should be a pile of smoking stones, some ticked off dragons, and a massacre of CS troops.
Eyes without life, maggot-ridden corpses, mountains of skulls... these are a few of my favourite things.
I am the first angel, loved once above all others...
Light a man a fire, and he's warm for a day; light a man on fire, and he's warm for the rest of his life.
Turning the other cheek just gets you slapped harder.
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evilgeek wrote:i've never even seen a rifts novel...
i've never actually looked but... darn it, where do you get them.
if i have to order them, my stoner I'm-to-lazy-to-order-them genes will take over and I'll never get around to it.
are they actually any good? who writes them?
I read one of them. It would have been a good book, if it had been complete, had been written by a sober adult, and wasn't full of cheese. To wit, "The dragon dRifted..." or somesuch... the atrocity has been indelibly inscribed in my nightmares since I read it.
Eyes without life, maggot-ridden corpses, mountains of skulls... these are a few of my favourite things.
I am the first angel, loved once above all others...
Light a man a fire, and he's warm for a day; light a man on fire, and he's warm for the rest of his life.
Turning the other cheek just gets you slapped harder.
The Smiling Bandit (Strikes Again!! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!)