Thumbs up for A Messiah at the End of Time by Michael Moorcock. Fantasy.
A bizarre, zany little trifle (The End of Time, jello dinosaurs, the Messiah who looks rather like an overgrown chicken, the Holy Grail, and oh yes, Miss Mavis Ming) with a really freaking bizarre conclusion. I have major doubts about the last six pages. The other 186, however, were great fun, and an excellent escape from the other interminable tomes I’m trudging through.
“‘Certainly we were strong enough,’ continued Ron Ron Ron. ‘If the planet had not, in the meantime, been utilized as a strike base by some superior alien military force (whose name we never did learn), who killed virtually all opposition and enslaved the remaining third of the human race during the duration of its occupation – not much more than twenty years, admittedly – before they vanished again, either because our part of the galaxy was no longer of strategic importance to them or because their enemies had defeated them, who knows what we could have achieved.'”
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