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By John Joseph Adams

There is a disorder within the land. Prophets inform of the autumn of empires, the increase of champions. nice beasts stir in vaults underneath the hills, underneath the waves. Armies mass. Gods stroll. the realm might be torn asunder.

Epic delusion is storytelling at its greatest and top. From the construction myths and quest sagas of precedent days to the mega-popular myth novels of this day, those are the tales that categorical our best hopes and fears, that create worlds so wealthy we lengthy to come back to them time and again, and that motivate us with their undying values of braveness and friendship within the face of final evil—tales that delivery us to the main historic geographical regions and exhibit us the main noble sacrifices, the main staggering wonders.

Now acclaimed editor John Joseph Adams (Wastelands, The residing Dead) brings you seventeen stories by way of today’s prime authors of epic delusion, together with George R. R. Martin (A tune of Ice and Fire), Ursula okay. Le Guin (Earthsea), Robin Hobb (Realms of Elderlings), Kate Elliott (Crown of Stars), Tad Williams (Of reminiscence, Sorrow & Thorn), Patrick Rothfuss (The Kingkiller Chronicle), and more.

Return back to lands you’ve enjoyed or stopover at magical new worlds. Victory opposed to the arrival darkness is rarely sure, yet one thing’s for sure—your experience can be epic.

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