Moorcock admits in his introduction to this omnibus that he wrote the series rapidly for the money. Yet Moorcock writing quickly for the money is like Golden Age MGM putting out a slightly below average star vehicle. Moorcock is the MGM of the genre -- Sam Goldwyn financed films like Gone With The Wind on the basis that it was better to make the best possible kind of movie and have it last than make a lot of quickies for fast turnover. Goldwyn learned this rule in the glove business, apparently -- Quality lasts. And Moorcock, who is celebrating a good forty years in the fiction trade still turns out quality, even when it isn't his best. This stuff has lasted where most of its contemporaries have risen and fallen like the ancient empires of Moorcock's multiverse. OK, this is fast food -- but it's still fast food made from quality ingredients, and I'd rather read this than some literary equiv. of a Big Mac. In fact, if you're reading Moorcock's Byzantium Endures series, say, this would be an ideal book to read for a fun break. It's still full of ideas about identity and the nature of the universe -- you just get the impression sometimes that Moorcock is flinging the observations over his shoulder as he dashes for the back door and a fast horse, saddled and waiting, as the duns draw closer and the coast of France begins to look deuced attractive (to paraphrase another Moorcock character, Manfred von Bek)... Kevin, World's End, London.