Michael Moorcock is one of the basic architects of the crumbling Piranesi-like structure that is my brain. As a teenager I was a major major Elric fan. Give a skinny albino nobleman a massive black parasitic sword, and there is really nothing I don’t want to know about what happens next. During that period of my life I was not absolutely 100% certain that I was not an incarnation of the Eternal Champion. (I am certain now.)