Following the order laid out in the Saga Press edition, The Fortress of the Pearl was the next installment in Elric’s saga.
We follow our brooding albino to a desert town called Quarzhasaat, where is he unwittingly thrust into an adventure to find The Pearl at the Heart of the World. Lord Gho outplays him and essentially forces him to find this treasured artefact.
Along the way, we learn the true nature of the pearl and what happened to all who have tried to find it before.
I really enjoyed Alnac Kreb’s character and the desert nomads. Oone was a cool companion; not sure if I agree with the choices Moorcock made but it does intrigue me to see if that ever gets addressed later on in the series.
Going through all the Dream Realms was really awesome and trippy at times. I loved the reveal with the Holy Girl, the characters of the Pearl Warrior, Raik Na Seem, and Colin Jalinadous and Whiskers, iykyk.
The ending was interesting. Elric has such noble aims for his people and for himself. He wants justice and equality and to create a fairer society for all. By journeying with Oone, I thought he was one step closer, and by seeing the disaster that the Council has made of the city of Quarzhasaat, Elric has a prime example of what not to do concerning Melniboné. And yet, the slaughter happens. Vengeance and Stormbringer were indeed the master in the end here. It strikes a chord of concern for me, since his actions are clearly in conflict with his ideals.
Lastly, I’ll touch on some themes that were revealed. Heroes and legends and dreams and reality. The legend of the pearl just by the shear fact that it was a legend became real, so does that translate to our world? Can dreams become a reality? Are dreams just a gateway to a possibility of reality?
In this realm, dreams have the power to exist, so can we take that fact and apply it to our world? You make the choice to follow your dreams or not, that is freedom, so what can you make happen? How can you change the world? Food for thought.
Quotes
The albino reflected on the power of the human mind to build a fantasy and then defend it with complete determination as a reality.
He turned blazing red eyes upon the aristocrat. It seemed that the fires of hell raged inside that skull.
"If your people spent less time maintaining their own devalued myths about themselves and more upon studying the world as it is I think your city would have a greater chance of surviving. As it is, the place is crumbling beneath the weight of its own degraded fictions. The legends which offer a race their sense of pride and history eventually become putrid."
This was a court whose energies were not devoted to maintaining itself unchanged for eternity, but to every kind of new idea and lively, humane discussion, which welcomed fresh thought not as a threat to its existence but as a very necessity to its continued well-being, whose wealth was devoted to experiment in the arts and sciences, to supporting those who were needy, to aiding thinkers and scholars.
This was his dream and it was why he travelled the world, why he refused the power which was his, why he risked his life, his mind, his love and everything else he valued, for he believed that there was no life worth living that was not risked in pursuit of knowledge and justice.
Justice was not obtained, he believed, by administration but by experience. One must know what it was to suffer humiliation and powerlessness; at least to some degree, before one could entirely appreciate its effect. One must give up power if one was to achieve true justice. This was not the logic of Empire, but it was the logic of one who truly loved the world and desired to see an age dawn when all people would be free to pursue their ambitions in dignity and self-respect.
“Power is neither good nor evil. It is the use one makes of it which is good or evil.”
“Trade was ever War’s superior…”
"Is all creation so malleable?" Elric asked with a shudder.
"What we create must ever be, lest it die," she said, her tone one of ironical finality.
"The struggle between Law and Chaos echoes that struggle within ourselves between unbridled emotion and too much caution, I suppose," Elric mused…
"I am dependent..." he began.
She shook her head gently. "You are not. You believe that sword to be part of your identity but it is not. It is your nemesis. It is the part of you which represents your weakness, not your strength."
"Our other name for this land is the Land of New Ambition. But new ambitions can mislead. We invent them when the old ambition seems too hard to achieve, eh?"
"Those who would possess her also guard her," said Lady Sough suddenly.
"But she is not theirs."
…overhead they could see a diseased sky like pewter in which dark, leathery things flew and communicated with desolate cries above palms whose leaves resembled nothing so much as viridian skins stretched out to await a sun which never rose.
“…legends in themselves have no power. The power comes from the uses that the living make of the legend. The legends merely represent an ideal."
“In the end, we have only ourselves to look to. No cause, no force, no challenge, will ever replace that truth..."
"It is to be myself that I travel as I do, Lady Oone," he reminded her.
"Fate is cruel, Oone. It would be better if it provided us with one unaltering path. Instead it forces us to make choices, never to know if those choices were for the best."