„When he was dead I raised myself to my feet and I looked about me. Everything was still. A loneliness had come upon my soul.
There was darkness everywhere now but in the forest. And even here there were wisps of grey, as if evil crept in.
I lifted my head to the sky and I shook my fist. “Oh, I reject you. I reject your Heaven and I reject your Hell. Do as you wish with me, but know that your desires are petty and your ambitions have no meaning!”“
— Michael Moorcock English writer, editor, critic 1939
I addressed no one. I addressed the universe. I addressed a void.
Chapter 15 (p. 154)
The von Bek family, The War Hound and the World's Pain (1981)