Remember the other month when I talked about how most very-popular modern fantasy doesn’t have much in common with the “sword-and-sorcery” genre? Well, it turns out there’s at least one1 popular fantasy novel from the last twenty years that is expressly following in the footsteps of the Grandmaster of Lankhmar: Scott Lynch’s The Lies of Locke Lamora (and, presumably, its sequels).
Consider the first paragraph:
At the height of the long wet summer of the Seventy-Seventh Year of Sendovani, the Thiefmaker of Camorr paid a sudden and unannounced visit to the Eyeless Priest at the Temple of Perelandro, desperately hoping to sell him the Lamora boy.
Fritz would be proud, I think.
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