After watching Martin gamely undergo another round of "torch the
non-purist", I realized that the root problem is that there's just too
much high quality fiction set in Glorantha floating around. What with
Bill Thompson's "The Book of the Fathers" and Loren Miller's and Simon
Bray's legends and, um... Well, lots of stuff. Lots. Anyway, there's
just no room for someone who wants to freely contribute a series of shorts
about a mysterious, terrifying death-worshipper who's able to beat the
snot out of nearly anyone (and their friends, and the horse they rode in
on).
So we already have one. Go away, Martin, or we'll be forced to taunt you
a second time. Or at least learn to write in the style of Tolstoy or
Dostoevsky, or someone else who's name I can't spell. This
Howard/Burroughs type crap will just never sell.
;)
End of The Glorantha Digest V7 #349