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276 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published February 1, 1988
The Dragon Vorltrarr let out such a loud roar that everyone in the easternmost, westernmost and southernmost kingdoms of the Land of Antigua hear him! Then the gigantic monster spit out fire right from his nostrils and then his mouth! The creature flew throught the skies like a rocket! The creature had only on thing on its mind.Hang on, oopsie! That's from Antigua: The Land of Fairies, Wizards and Heroes. Here's the actual opening of Willow: the novel by Wayland Drew based on a screenplay by Bob Dolman from a story by George Lucas:
How beautiful were the Death Dogs! How powerful their shoulders and how elegant the curve of their hairless tails! How gracefully they moved beside their handlers through the drifting mists and smoke of Nockmaar.That's ... not all that different from Antigua, is it? Bavmorda, the evil sorceress behind it all, is practically indistinguishable from The Sorceress Gwendeviere. All cackling evil for evil's sake and nonsense magical blasts.
"Why?" she demanded, flinging out her hands. Ten fireballs slammed through a window slit straight against the walls. The druids ducked. One bolt streaked through a window slit straight at the full moon in the west, as it to strike it from the sky. One grazed the leg of a cowering server, and the others hastily dragged him down the stairs, so the queen would not be troubled by his shrieks. Cleaner-trolls scrubbed up behind them, grunting. Two other bolts spawned mutant horrors—an albino toad, eyeless and legless, wriggling through shredding skin; a sac of eyes rolling in milky fluid.Actually, Bavmorda reminded me most of this other famous villain:

The general fought with all the desperate strength left to him, but he was, finally, merely human. He was tired in body, tired in sould, tired of life—tired, perhaps, even of killing.This is not how it happened in the movie.
Perhaps (Franjean and Rool would suggest when they told this tale to admiring fairies) enough of his heart remained for him to know the wickedness of his cause, to know he should make and end. Perhaps that was why, at last, he did not strike when Madmartigan gave him an opening by lifting Airk's sword high with both hands. Next instant, it plunged down through Kael's breastplate and ripped open his heart. Kael's last sound, as he fell backward over the parapet and into the moat, was laughter.
