Elric at the End of Time contains the last Elric story written by Michael Moorcock. Here is a dark feast of fantasy for all who relish supernatural adventure at its finest and most bizarre.

Elric of Melnibone shook a bone-white fist at the greedy, glaring stars - the eyes of all those men whose souls he had stolen to sustain his own enfeebled body. He looked down. Though it seemed he stood on something solid, there was only more blackness falling away below him. It was as if he hung at the centre of the universe. And here, too, were staring points of yellow light. Was he to be judged? His half-sentient runesword, Stormbringer, in its scabbard on his left hip, murmured like a nervous dog. 'Our destinies are intertwined, Stormbringer,' said Elric. 'Bring us from this place, or those destinies shall never be fulfilled.' Stormbringer swung round like the needle of a compass and Elric's unfeeling arm was wrenched round to go with it. In eight directions the sword swung, as if to the eight points of Chaos. It was questing - like a hound sniffing a trail. Then a yell sounded from within the strange metal of the blade; a distant cry of delight, it seemed to Elric...

Genre: Fantasy