One from the Vaults; Broadswords, Incest and the Path of Dreams

As a minor by-product of lockdown and living without social media, Ive had occasion to do some desktop tidying recently, and in the process stumbled on a previously unsuspected cache of scribbled bits and pieces long filed away. Among them is this heartfelt paean/trip down memory lane, written for Gollancz back in 2014 to celebrate Michael Moorcocks upcoming 75th birthday and the 50th anniversary of his first book publication. Im not sure if Gollancz ever used it in the end. But re-reading...