137 Quotes About Speculative-fiction

I belonged to her now, quite completely. I was drenched with the scent of her perfume and her rum, of her skin and her hair. I wanted nothing but to be with her and to sleep beside her, and that the warmth of her would penetrate to my inevitable dreams.

How many times have you, the magician, reached out for the lonely soul? You have no right to call those between life and death.

Words matter, and the fantastic has multiple resonant connotations. The fantastic captures the wonder of stepping into a world-that-never-was, and immersing yourself in it in a way that speculative fiction does not.

You were only ever aware of yourself. I was just a mirror, like Amber was. You liked to see yourself in other people’s eyes, become more real to yourself through their love for you.

There are no marks left upon my body, but sometimes I feel as if my mind is nothing but a mass of scar tissue.

You’ve learned to express yourselves too well for anything to remain veiled or mysterious.

He sat relaxed, one knee up, arms folded, face clear one moment in a flash of flame and pale the next. He was soiled all over, and seemed rather limp and in a strange misery of ease. His expression was neither bitter nor sarcastic, only thoughtful-fixed with an enduring expression just as the faces on the mosaics were fixed as they bore lifeless witness to the same events.

What had Jesse said? She is made of alabaster. And alabaster is a stone through which light can pass.

All the little ghosts had fled. The convent was mine. Memnoch’s servant; Memnoch’s prince. I was never alone in my person.