Cage Match 2012: Round 4: Anomander Rake versus Zaphod Beeblebrox


The Contestants


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Anomander Rake
Son of Darkness, Knight of High House Dark, Mane of Chaos, Blacksword
Age: Three hundred thousand years, give or take a century
Race: Tiste Andii
Weapons / Artifacts: Dragnipur, the night-bladed sword containing the Gate of Darkness
A metric Warren-load of magic

Zaphod Beeblebrox
Galactic President

Age: About 200
Race: Betelgeuseian
Weapons / Artifacts: Kill-o-Zap blaster pistol
Disarming personality

The Breakdown


  • Combat experience stretching back longer than most religions
  • Ability to shape-shift into a dragon
  • Moon’s Spawn, a floating fortress

  • Extremely clever, cunning and cagey. So charismatic, in fact, that people tend to disregard what they know about him, and might consider him mostly harmless
  • Things often just have a way of working out for him.
  • Inventor of the Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster. Okay that won’t help in a fight, but it’s really zarkin frood

  • We’re guessing boredom at having to face such weak characters

  • He has two heads. (For Zaphod, this could be a bigger hindrance than help)

  • Mellorin Rebaine
    She just got Rake-d over the coals
  • Ferro Maljinn
    Learned that the First Law is not to lose in Cage Match
  • Bast
    We barely knew you…seriously, don’t know a lot about you

  • Sparhawk
    Guess his destiny was to die in Cage Match
  • Caine
    He wasn’t able…
  • Saphira
    She was dragon ass

How we think the fight will go

With my utmost gratitude and apologies to Steven Erikson and the late Douglas Adams, below is an attempt at a write up for the Rake v Beeblebrox cage match. I have tried to be circumspect, but there are minor SPOILERS for the Malazan Book of the Fallen and Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series, albeit small, confusing and often untrue SPOILERS…


Before anything, there was Darkness.

And its HEART was Mother Dark. Alone.

Mother Dark begat three children,
the First, Tiste Andii, were her dearest,
dwellers of the land before Light.

“Tell me again, Zaphod, how you knew how to find this place?”

“I told you Prefect, Eccentrica Gallumbits, who is familiar with all things bang-related, said to take a left at the Big Bang and keep going ’til it got really really dark.”

“Well, okay, it’s as dark as pitch. Now what?”

“My next opponent is supposed to be the Son of Mother Dark. So now, I pour up two Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters, step outside and seduce Mommy D. Then she’ll never love another and so this Rake-guy will never get born and I win!”

“Are you stupid or just pretending to be stupid? There’s no air out there.”

“Don’t be silly Trillian, I have a space suit.”

“How are you going to seduce her in a space suit?”

“I.. ummm…”

“And the sex thing? I assume you were planning on sex?”

“Well… there’s the ship…”

“Oh no, you are NOT…”

“Ok, okay… fine… she’s probably really frigid anyways. We’ll move to Plan B…”

“What’s the ‘B’ stand for?”

Before anything, there was Darkness.

And its HEART was Mother Dark. Alone.




‘AS IF.’



A spaceship powered by an Infinite Improbability Drive is not going to appear in any one guise at any one time. Thus, while the appearance of a large shiny metal ball in the sky over the embattled continent of Genabackis would be cause for alarm, the appearance of a large shiny metal ball which becomes something resembling a large white box with windows, and then a sort of oblong shoe-like shape, still white, and then back to the ball thing again and so on, is cause for… well… MORE alarm.

Generally, when things appear in the sky over Genabackis, it doesn’t bode well for residents. And with good reason. Genabackis has a long history of weird things in the sky. Like, dragons, for instance. And a massive chunk of black rock roughly the size of a city. And then of course there are the insectile armoured Moranth on their giant carnivorous dragonfly thingies…

In fact, between the Malazan invasions, occupations, raids by giants swinging huge wood swords and then all the crap up in the sky, it’s amazing that people don’t just grab their families and perhaps a chicken as a snack for the road and say hey this just sucks let’s move somewhere peaceful like Seven Cities, or that Assail place…

Even so, people still live on Genabackis, and those people do look up in the sky… and on this particular day, a few brave and/or masochistic souls who did look up were treated to the great big ball/white bus/shoe… racing a huge black dragon… towards a big chunk of floating black rock. No dragonfly thingies, but you can’t have everything…

“Faster! That big flying lizard thingy doesn’t even have a combustion engine and I refuse to believe that we cannot get to the floating city ahead of him! FASTER!”

Zaphod Beeblebrox waved all three hands for emphasis. As pajama and robe-clad Ford Prefect was piloting the ship, Trillian was looking out the window at the lizard in question, and Marvin the Android was banging his head against a convenient, if annoyingly cheerful, door, the effect was wholly wasted. Still, it made Zaphod feel better.

“My whole diabolical master plan B depends on getting us into the city with the element of surprise. If he gets there first and closes the door, plan B is ruined!”

“What does the B stand for again?” Trillian asked, not turning from the window.

“It doesn’t matter! The plan is diabolical, and masterful. It doesn’t require clever initials.”

Anomander Rake had been hunting. The act of searching for prey with an intent to kill was a rare indulgence of his draconic nature. Still, this contest he was forced into was not done, and that meant opponents would seek him out, if he did not find them first. He preferred to be proactive. And the distraction from other concerns was a welcome one. Still, he had flown the length and breadth of the continent to no success, and a respite in Moon’s Spawn and Silanah’s company would be a welcome change. The interruption of his journey home by a large flying, shapeshifting vessel with a wholly chaotic aura was unwelcome. The vessel had nearly struck him in the air, then continued on at speed, directly towards Moon’s Spawn. The attack was unwelcome indeed. The threat to his home, unacceptable. He gathered his Elder warrens… Darkness and Chaos rising in equal parts, and then unleashed them at the vessel.

“Umm… he’s sticking his tongue out at us or something.” Trillian said from the window.

Zaphod looked at her curiously, still irate at his lack of a clever ‘B’ word. Ford, however, was a true son of England, descended from King Arthur… who knew that when a dragon opens its mouth at you, it’s time to panic. He swerved the controls hard to port and down, sending the Heart of Gold, a large white bus at that moment, plummeting faster than the Canadian government’s approval ratings following a call for yet another election. Truthfully, the ship’s abrupt shift to shoe-like form did more to avoid the blast than Ford’s driving, but even so the blast missed.

Rake watched the vessel avoid his strike and dive towards the ground, then abruptly change direction and increase speed towards Moon’s Spawn, leaving a trail of bacon in its wake. Its speed was impressive… and even resisting the temptation to stop and eat the bacon, he would not get there ahead of it. But Moon’s Spawn had other guardians…

“Attaboy Prefect. Scale-face can eat out dust. Now put us on that rock!” Zaphod exclaimed, “Plan B is going perfectly!”

“What about the dragon?” Trillian inquired.

“He’ll never catch us now,” Beeblebrox elated.

“No. The other dragon. The big red one coming at us from above.”

Once again, Prefect’s reflexes saved them. His natural tendency to run from danger sending the ship sideways in a way that only an infinite probability drive and a jabberingly terrified Englishman could accomplish.

Rake banked hard to avoid Silanah as she missed the vessel and nearly collided with him. The two dragons circled briefly, roaring, her Elder fire almost burning through the cool shield of his Darkness, before both forced down their innate draconic fury and resumed the pursuit. Ahead, the vessel, a silver ball again, entered Moon’s Spawn.

“Okay people. Time for Phase three…” Zaphod shouted, rallying his troops.

“What were phase one and two?” Trillian inquired. He ignored her.

“Ford, Trillian, grab your Kill-o-Zap’s. Cover me. Zap anything that looks threatening. Marvin, get the door. The one you haven’t dented.”

“Why do I always have to get the door…” the android whined.

“Because it’s what I pay you for.”

“But you don’t pay me.”

“Of course not, look how long it’s taking you to do a simple thing like open a bloody door!”

Signaling Silanah to circle on guard outside, Rake entered Moon’s Spawn through a large gap high up in the black basalt rock, the only practical entrance for a dragon or a large flying silver ball. He gathered Darkness around him as he flew into the gallery just below the entrance.

The intruders were below. Moon’s Spawn’s darkness and emptiness appeared to have confused them. Three of them stood outside their vessel, two holding what could only be weapons, one waving three arms and looking everywhere with his two heads.

Rake hovered on a flow of his own power, allowing the intruders to look around. They looked up, perhaps right at him, but in this place no one would see the Son of Darkness until he willed them to.

The intruders produced small lights, torches that illuminated the space around them. Rake listened.

“Where the bloody hell is everybody?” Zaphod yelled. “Plan B requires people. Tonnes of people!”

“Maybe they’re all at tea…” Prefect ventured, fussing with the edge of his dressing gown with his free hand.

“It is a pretty big place.” Trillian added. Her white jumpsuit and blond hair barely stood out in the blackness around them. “Maybe they can’t afford lights everywhere?”

“Pfah. This is nothing.” Zaphod said, looking around in opposite directions with each head, “ My third presidential palace could hold this entire rock in the swimming pool. Now… where’s this Salamander Steak guy?”

Rake descended, veering into his Tiste Andii form and dissipating the darkness around himself as he spoke.

“I am Anomandaris Dragnipurake. You are in my home. Explain yourselves. Quickly.”

The three jumped as a very tall, unnaturally dark skinned and white haired man with colour shifting eyes suddenly appeared. Rake watched, still, as two pointed their curiously spiked black, hostile looking devices at him. The third fixed the lapels of his jacket, combed back his hair, combed back the hair on his other head, stood up straight, and walked a few steps forward.

“Right, right… you’re the Flake guy I’m supposed to fight.”

Rake looked at the two-headed figure, his clothes so brilliantly eclectic that they almost shone even in Moon’s Spawn’s preternatural darkness. He probed briefly with his warrens, detecting nothing. No power, no links to other powers. At least, nothing obvious. Rake knew better than to assume weakness.

“You are Zaphod Beeblebrox. My next opponent.”, he stated.

The man bowed slightly. Rake noticed that even with his overly dramatic gestures, he kept a third arm tucked behind his back.

“That’s me. Former President of the Galaxy, master ski-boxer and general all purpose genius. You can surrender now and save us all a lot of silliness. What do you say, Mandy?”

Rake was almost amused at the man’s temerity. But his opponents thus far had been diverse and at times actual threats. Distraction was not an option.

“I decline.”

Zaphod smiled brightly with one head.

“Of course you do. Of course. But since we can just shoot you and have done with the whole thing before you draw that sword, would you reconsider?”


“Yes. Oh… silly me… you medieval types haven’t seen guns before, have you? The black spikey things my associates are pointing at you. Very dangerous. Deadly even. Will make you perfectly dead and miserable.”

“My Tiste Andii have your associates are otherwise occupied.” Rake said.

“Eh? Who is Andy and what…?” Beeblebrox turned around to see Ford and Trillian both disarmed and standing extremely still while two tall, black skinned assassin types held sharp pointy objects at their throats. Ford looked like he might vomit. Zaphod turned back to Rake and nearly fell over the find the man standing directly in front of him now, holding an absolutely massive, black bladed sword in hand. Zaphod had the oddest impression of chains, triggering a brief flashback to an evening spent in the company of Eccentrica Gallumbits. The flashback might have run longer if the sword point hadn’t been so bloody close to his eye. “Bloody hell man, watch that thing, you could put someone’s eye out!”

“I am not amused. Concede the fight or feel Dragnipur’s bite. Your choice.”

Zaphod took half a step back, stopping the motion when the sword point followed.

“Actually, I choose option C. Also known as Plan B!”

With a flourish, he swung his third arm around and opened his hand to display its contents… a small white ball.

The sword point did not waver even slightly.

“Ah.” Beeblebrox ah’d, “Staying taciturn in the face of disaster. Very impressive mister Blake. VERY impressive. But you know it’s all over now, right? Am I right? Give up? Throw in the ever useful towel?”

The sword point STILL did not waver. Neither did Rake’s dark features. Beeblebrox sighed.

“Sod it, you don’t know what this is either, do you?”

Rake didn’t blink as he spoke. “Enlighten me.”

“That would take more cosmetic science than even a typical sixteen year old girl in my world knows, but… this, my tall dark and stabby adversary, is a SUPERNOVA BOMB!”

Sword point still not wavering. Zaphod kept talking.

“Right. Okay, here’s how it works. At the slightest shake from me, this little beauty will detonate and create a path through hyperspace all around this world to each and every sun, and destroy them ALL! Now, how about that? Ready to give up?”

Rake drew his sword back and sheathed it. He looked down at the two headed man and frowned.

“You are threatening this world.”

“All worlds, actually.”

“Would that not include your own. And yourself?”

“Nope. Last second emergency teleport thing. Moves us to a whole other dimension. Guaranteed to save us while everything else goes ka-boom. Hey… ‘Boom’… THAT’S what the ‘B’ stands for!”

“I see. Very well.”

Rake sheathed his sword and stepped forward. Zaphod raised the bomb threateningly, to the extent that a small white ball can do anything threateningly, but one step was all Rake took, and a blurry grey bubble came into existence around the two men. Zaphod’s ears popped (all four of them), and he could not see out. There was nothing inside but Rake and himself.

“Allow me to explain,” Rake said, his tone calm, “This is a pocket warren. A closed space. A fragment of Elder Shadow I have carried with me for some time. A universe , a small one, with no link to any other universe. No way in or out that I do not allow. I have had several hundred millennia, as you reckon time, to plan for threats to my people and my city. You are not the first to claim to be able to destroy all that is precious to me. I would die to save my people, my city, and even this world. You threaten all of that. Very well. I say that this warren has no link to any other world. I say that if you cast your ‘bomb’ now, it will destroy me, and it will destroy you. And nothing else. The game we find ourselves in can continue without us. My people go on without me. No doubt yours will be well without you. So… Zaphod Beeblebrox. Go ahead. Win. See what happens.”

Zaphod lowered the hand with the bomb in it and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, could you explain all that again?”

“You concede, or we both die. No other options.”



Beeblebrox went silent. Rake waited. And waited. And waited. And since even immortal patience has its limits…

“Decide, Zaphod Beeblebrox. I tire of this.”

One of Zaphod’s heads, the one that had not spoken until that point, looked up at Rake with an exasperated expression.

“Look, we’re thinking right now. Just give us a moment, will you?”

Rake frowned. His eyes changed colors a few times, but he remained silent.

Finally, Beeblebrox spoke again.

“Right. Crap. Oh, okay, fine, good one. You win. Stupid thing probably doesn’t even work anyways…”

“You concede?”

“Yes, yes, I give up. You win. Woohoo for you. Go get a celebratory tan or something, we’re leaving.”

Rake nodded and the grey orb disappeared. Beeblebrox shouted “Ah HAH!” and threw the bomb on the ground.

Nothing happened. Nothing at all. Even the ground was unimpressed.

Abyss contributed to this Cage Match.

Predicted Winner: Anomander Rake


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Anomander Rake is a character from the The Malazan Book of the Fallen series by Steven Erikson; Zaphod Beeblebrox is a character from the The Hitchiker’s series by Michael Komarck and Subterranean Press. Adams image courtesy of Del Rey Books

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Cage Match fans: We are looking forward to hearing your responses! If possible, please abstain from including potential spoilers about the books in your comments (and if you need spoilers to make your case, start your comments with: “SPOILER ALERT!”


  • JOE

    Ford isn’t a Brit. He’s a Betelgeuseian. Or.. some other alien. Its been a while.

  • Voight

    Great write-up. As a MASSIVE fan of both characters I can safely say that this write-up was brilliant! More fan write-ups for future matches!!!

  • Voight

    Confusion with Dent is acceptable given the level of awesome that went into the write-up.

  • Loki

    Love the write-up!

    Rake for the win!

  • TapperMalaz

    Awesome work again, Abyss. I especially loved Plan A.

  • Voight

    @ Loki – I got the feeling with from the last matches comments that a lot of people, you included, know Abyss and know each other. In jokes about Apt and all that (unless they meant apt from the books then I’m really confused.)

  • Loki


    A lot of Rake’s supporters are also members of the forums, including Abyss. You should come check us out sometime 😀

    Nice balance between Adams and Erikson – I think a lot of people will really appreciate it.

  • Henders


    Every Monday my late night study group takes time out to check and vote on the Suvudu cage matches and for some reason when we vote now it says we have already voted!? My friend voted fine but it’s not working for the rest of us. These are the same laptops we’ve used each week. We tried clearing cookies but it still isn’t working. Does anyone know why it would say we have already voted when we haven’t yet?

  • Abyss

    It’s on!

  • sacredhonour

    This was a great write-up, but someone please do a “find replace” of Ford to Arthur! 🙂

  • Kyo

    Lmao love the comment about Cane…he wasn’t able….oh lol!

  • D.I. Waisanen

    Finally! This write-up was fantastic. Instead of just ending in two seconds or having the universe bend down for Zaphod, we instead got a long, detailed, thoroughly interesting match that recoils the silliness and improbability aspects of Zaphod with the seriousness and power of Anomander, with a great ending. Very well done!

  • Eltar

    Excellent write up Abyss. I especially loved the bits about bacon.

  • Rhulad

    @Eltar, You can always count on Abyss to incorporate bacon.

    Awesome write-up Abyss!

  • Eltar

    Fantastic write up Abyss. Props.

  • Abyss

    I totally mixed up Prefect and Dent’s names. My apologies Hitchhikers. I have read the books but it’s been a while.

  • King Verence

    Good write up but I think Zaphod would just tell Marvin to sort out Rake. Brain the size of a planet and all that. Also Marvin is much older and smarter than Rake.

  • Archon

    @ King

    Yes… because Zaphod has been known to use Marvin to his potential… oh, wait…

  • Morgradin

    I’m sure you’ve been forgiven already, because this was an awesome writeup!

  • Huh

    Gotta go with what everyone’s saying; the winner is Abyss and us for getting to read that. Fantastic stuff.

  • Jonathan

    I have to say, this is exactly the type of write-up I love to see: it highlights the differences between the two characters and the worlds they live in, yet combines and highlights what makes each series so interesting. I had no idea how Malazan would meet Hitchhiker, but I think this was a phenomenal write-up!

  • david

    @ henders
    you cant vote because your all coming from the same IP adress im guessing because of wherever your choosing to connect from has only 1 line going out instead of a tiered system like they should have. complain to your IT guys that your having issues using in online tool because of slow response times and they will probably fix the issue without realizing it =)

  • Not Telling

    Sadly, its true. Poor Marvin.

    Great writup, hope you do another!

    Rake wins this, hands down.

  • JOE

    @Not Telling
    Its true, Rake totally won unquestionably…
    VOTING FOR ZAPHOD ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Spindle

    Marvelous write-up, Abyss!

    Seven Cities, peaceful? LOL

  • Eric

    “hey this just sucks let’s move somewhere peaceful like Seven Cities, or that Assail place…”


  • Eric

    I gotta say. Dragnipur hasn’t killed anyone in this cage match. Those of us who have read Toll the Hounds realize why that is a bad thing.

  • Lady Bliss

    Absolutely smashing write-up oh Abyssy dear! You are the cat’s meow!

    @ Eric, you simply must go back to the previous match and check out the superior scenario our Abyss envisioned. I’m sure Bast would say it’s to DIE for!

  • Kanese S’s

    @ Eric… actually, Bast fell to Dragnipur.

  • Dasher

    Awesome writeup. Very impressed. I got into the malazan empire last year because of suvudu. It is a great place for new experiences.

  • Christopher Eastwood

    I was dead-set on voting for Zaphod, because… well, he’s just this guy, you know?

    Anyway, the write-up was awesome enough to change even this die-hard Adams fan against Zaphod. Seriously, that is exactly how the encounter would go, from beginning to end. Just brilliant. (And while I was momentarily irate at the confusion between Ford and Arthur, I forgave it because it was just too awesome.)

    Now I’m gonna go read these Malazan books and find out who it is I’m voting for.

  • KL

    <3 Abyss <3

    The writeup is awesomest!

  • Macros

    Man this sucks
    Worst write up ever

  • Not Telling

    Stupid troll above.

    While I am only on the thirt book in MBotF, I have finished HHGttG, and I admit Rake will win. BTW, you mixed up Ford and Arthur, but I don’t mind.

  • Reader

    Legen- wait for it

  • Reader


  • Loki


    Needs more dragons…..wait, what?

  • Kanese S’s

    Also, Abyss, that’s probably the best write-up I’ve read so far. I didn’t see how the two styles could possibly meet, but somehow it works.

  • Grimjazz

    Great write up. I just love reading anything with Rake in it.

  • Watson P.I.

    I’ve done a little snooping and I see that Abyss is an unknown, though many speculate that he is a writer. I, therefore, have a theory I’d like to test; 1)the word ‘abyss’ is used extensively in a certain epic, starring a certain sword, wielded by a certain Dick 2) he apparently has an affinity toward bacon. Thus I deduce that Abyss is none other than…….drum roll……THE YEARDED ONE.

    I kid, I kid. That was uncalled for and out of line, I apologize. Beautiful write up.

  • LusipherPE

    Watson, your deduction is completely on the mark and has been theorized many times. No need to apologize.

  • Abyss

    I do solemnly take oath and swear, that I am not, nor have i ever been, Terry Goodkind.

    I am however a fan of both series in this match, tho’ my HGttG fan-days are a while ago and am very much a Malazfan. Making the two meet in any way that wasn’t 100% comical was a challenge, but part of the beauty of these cage-matches is that they get fans thinking about the styles of wholly different authors, and/or maybe trying their books, or in my case, trying to replicate them without too much embarrasment (Dent… Prefect…. fnck!).

    And btw, i have it on solid authority that Macros smells like a used towel after a Seguleh spinning class.

  • The Riddler

    are all the characters in Rake’s series as powerful as he is? or is it just him? because I feel like that would get rather boring if they were…

  • Spectre of Eschaton

    There are others near his power level, like Icarium and Raest, among others, but the thing about Malazan is that it isn’t constant battles, and especially not constant battles between Ascendants. Case in point, Rake only gets in about 4 fights on-screen over the entire series (i.e. 10,000 pages of story) which last for maybe a page or so each.

    It’s much more of a character drama with a mythic/military backdrop. The power levels are really incidental, not the main focus at all.

    Not to mention, one of the major themes is mortals triumphing over ancient powers due to the ignorance/arrogance of Ascendants and the fickleness of fate. Moranth alchemy munitions help too. >_>

  • Lokester

    @Spectre of Eschaton

    Moranth Munitions is the great equalizer.

    In the Malazan series they are many characters at the ascendant level and some are just smart not powerful and their intelligence wins them the day. However there are some that are uber powerful and bum-rush through whatever stands before them (Karsa) . Then there are those with both aspects, who are just scary to think of what they can do, if they put their mind to it. I am on Toll the Hounds right now, and each book from beginning to now has made my jaw drop of some stuff that the characters do. Best part of that is not always the same character who makes my jaw drop all the time. That is why this series is so wonderful.

  • Rose

    What if Anomander Rake was secretly another incarnation of Agrajag?

    “Hi,” Zaphod said to the towering silver dragon.

    Then he said it to the giant floating fortress too, just to be safe.

    “Reminds me of that flying party we went to with Slartibartfast, do you remember?” Ford said to Arthur from the window of the Heart of Gold.
    “Vaguely.” Dent replied, who had recently been attempting to erase this and other distressing memories from his mind. Especially this one because it accompanied a most disagreeable encounter with quite the most wretched and pitiable monster Arethur had ev er encountered. Not to mention Trillion had almost run off with Thor. At least he learned to fly.

    Thinking of that monster and his cave and the flying party made Anomander Rake the silver dragon towering over Zaphod seem vaguely familiar…


    Rake looked over his strange foe in exaspiration. It was a puny and very senslessly dressed thing. He was much more interested in the peculiar flying fort of its own that it had arrived in. It was so sleek and shiny. He peered at onew of the windows and saw a strikly familiar visage.

    Rake was so absorbed in the puzzle that was Arthur Dent that he failed to notice when the Enemy with bad taste in clothing leveled an equally tastless Kill-o-Zap at him and fired right into his left eye.


    Arthur watched the dragon fall, nearly crushing Zaphod who was standing unreasonably close to it, and he suddenly remembered where he had seen this before. He carefully tried to tuck this memory away again.

    PS: I have not read Anomander Rake, so don’t judge me.

    PPS: in case you can’t remember, Arthur Dent was present each time Agrajag died in all of his reincarnations since the Beginning, very improbably. Agrajag eventually started to notice and built a Temple of Hate to Arthur.

  • Vignesh

    I still don’t know why Rake is called \Anomandaris Dragnipurake\… That is not his name in any way. It’s either Anomander Rake or Anomandaris Purake. Dragnipur is only his sword, and he didn’t even make it himself. *SPOILERS* The only sword he DOES make for himself, he doesn’t use!

  • Voight

    @Vignesh – Have you read the entire series? Rake’s name is a bit of a story.

    Also, I went and checked out the malazan forum that was mentioned. Some of the discussions are very in-depth and really insightful. Think I may lurk around there for a bit 😀

  • Eltar

    @ Voight


  • Abyss


    Ahem… i mean… excellent! All are welcome at

    Just to jump back a post or three, the Malazan series does have a fair number of powerhouses, but also, and mainly, a larger number of ordinary soldiers and people caught up in the same events, and, for reasons that are, imnsho, extremely clever for fantasy lit or any fiction for that matter, the powerhouses can be… shall we say… vulnerable… to those ordinary folk. It’s a very different and interesting world for fantasy fans who are used to the classic farm boy levels up, faces enemies, kills main bad guy at end of series type stories.

  • Don’t f*ck with mortals..!

  • Primateus


    You must register at the forum and you must post there and you must do so immediately! Or Abyss and I shall come for you, we shall find you and we shall eat your bacon!

    Oh, and yes, come all ye nerds and nerd it out with the rest of us….nerds….

  • Archon

    @ Abyss

    Yes… WAY different… BTW if you like your indestructable superhero Steven Segal movie character types, this is NOT the series for you… Think Epic fantasy version of “The Departed”… GREAT book series, nobody is a safe bet to make it through to the end though… It’s a fantastic change from the norm that way though because the intense moments are actually intense when you don’t actually know the hero is going to survive…

  • Not Telling

    Isn’t this round over?

  • Archon

    yes… and isn’t it an amazing coincidence how many fewer votes there are this time…

  • Marler

    Have to say, was on on tenterhooks about this write-up. No longer! Well played, ser

  • Kanese S’s

    Some of my favorite characters are the more low-powered ones, the common soldier types.

  • Metacognition

    So Abyss, what’s Drake’s weak spot that mortals can use against him? Inquiring minds for the next round want to know! 😛

  • Abyss

    \Drake’s weak spot\?
    He doesn’t like people to know he’s Canadian.

  • Watson P.I.

    Weak spot? That’s a kill spot. Now Amanda Drakerson doesn’t stand a chance.

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