I read a bunch of those because my late husband was a fan and left them within reach. Man there is some screwed up shit in there. I remember someone else describing the... third?... book as being as though someone had suddenly taken the cast of Lord of the Rings half way through the first of the trilogy and jammed them all into an S&M dungeon together.

I also find a degree of humour in the twee Freudian book titles: Wizard's First Rule is the exception, but ... "Stone of Tears"? Pardon? Can't you take a laxative for that? Then "Blood of the Fold" ... erm, back to the pharmacy for some tampax, perhaps? "Temple of the Winds" - fart joke. I stopped reading about then, when Rob got sick of the rambling and rampant Author Filibustering, though we somehow ended up with a copy of "Pillars of Creation" complete with phallic cover art.

Oh dear. Oh very deary deary dear.