no one: white male fantasy authors who didn’t deserve to be canonized: The market was unlike anything he had ever seen before. There were people wearing hats and most people’s clothes were dyed. Some of the stalls had livestock for sale, while others sold food that, by the look and smell of it, was neither mushy nor flavorless. The women looked like they wanted to fuck him, and the men had brown skin. There wasn’t a Pound Sterling anywhere in sight. Somewhere nearby, someone was playing an instrument. His senses couldn’t take it all in.
