John M. Ford, science fiction and fantasy writer and contributer to the RPG industry, has died. He and his work will be remembered.
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John M. Ford 1957-2006
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#1 John M. Ford 1957-2006
It's not that I'm unforgiving, it's that most of the people who wrong me are unrepentant assholes.
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"How Much For Just The Planet" ranks up there with "Trouble with Tribbles" as a total comedic romp. How can you not love a book that ends with the Feds and the Klingons having a pie-fight?
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'How much for just the planet' is one of maybe five Trek novels I actually read. And it was hilarious. May he rest in peace.
'I wonder how far the barometer sunk.'-'All der way. Trust me on dis.'
'Go ahead. Bake my quiche'.
'Undead or alive, you're coming with me.'
'Detritus?'-'Yessir?'-'Never go to Klatch'.-'Yessir.'
'Many fine old manuscripts in that place, I believe. Without price, I'm told.'-'Yes, sir. Certainly worthless, sir.'-'Is it possible you misunderstood what I just said, Commander?'
'Can't sing, can't dance, can handle a sword a little'
'Run away, and live to run away another day'-The Rincewind principle
'Hello, inner child. I'm the inner babysitter.'
'Go ahead. Bake my quiche'.
'Undead or alive, you're coming with me.'
'Detritus?'-'Yessir?'-'Never go to Klatch'.-'Yessir.'
'Many fine old manuscripts in that place, I believe. Without price, I'm told.'-'Yes, sir. Certainly worthless, sir.'-'Is it possible you misunderstood what I just said, Commander?'
'Can't sing, can't dance, can handle a sword a little'
'Run away, and live to run away another day'-The Rincewind principle
'Hello, inner child. I'm the inner babysitter.'