Lee is, I have to admit, a beautiful writer. I've complained before about over-the-top attempts to ape a "heroic" language by the likes of Poul Anderson and Michael Moorcock. Lee gets it spot-on, with moments of wry humour amid her smooth, elegant prose; she gives the impression of days-of-yore and a faraway world, and tackles her creation's weird eroticisms, without ever being tempted into going over the top.
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