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First published May 9, 1991
Human love, thought the albino, as universe upon universe engulfed and expelled him, is our only constancy, the only quality with which we may conquer the inescapable logic of Entropy. And at that the sword trembled in his hand and seemed to be trying to twist free, almost as if it were disgusted by such sentimental altruism. And Elric clung to the blade as his only reality, his only security in this wildness of ruptured Time and Space...It was at this point that Elric grew to respect the extraordinary power which dwelled within the black blade, of a power which seemed born of Chaos yet which had a loyalty neither to Chaos nor to Law—yet neither did it serve the Balance—of a power so thoroughly a thing of itself that it required few outward manifestations and yet which might be able to be the profound opposite if everything Elric valued and fought to create—as if some warring force were symbolised by this ironic bond between yearning idealist and cynical solipsist, a force, perhaps, which might be discovered in most thinking creatures, and found over-dramatic resolution in the symbiosis between Stormbringer and the Last Lord of Melnibone...Now the albino flew behind the runesword as it carved a path for itself...almost as if it sought to correct some obscene malformation in the fabric of the cosmos, some event which even it refused to permit...At this point, I hoped Stormbringer would enter my small little corner of the multiverse and destroy every copy of the “obscene malformation” called The Revenge of the Rose. Alas, such a resolution was not to be. I still had seventy-five pages to go, and I still had to write a review.