“…On down. Twisting and winding through the gloom. The torch and lantern-lit guard station was theatrically stark within it. I reached the floor and headed that way. ‘Good evening, Lord Corwin,’ said the lean, cadaverous figure who rested against a storage rack, smoking his pipe, grinning around it. ‘Good evening, Roger. How are things in the nether world?’ ‘A rat, a bat, a spider. Nothing much else astir. Peaceful.’ ‘You enjoy this duty?’ He nodded. ‘I am writing a philosophical romance shot through with elements of horror and morbidity. I work on those parts down here.’ 'Fitting, fitting,’ I said. […] 'Will it have a happy ending?’ I inquired. He shrugged. 'I’ll be happy.’ 'I mean, does good triumph and hero bed heroine? Or do you kill everybody off?’ 'That’s hardly fair,’ he said. 'Never mind. Maybe I’ll read it one day.’ 'Maybe,’ he said.”
— the hand of oberon, roger zelazny
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