To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.
Five nights ago the Voice had said, You of all understand me. You of all understand power, the desire for power, what is at the heart of the desire for power. Which is what? Rhosh had asked the Voice. Simple, the Voice had replied. Those who desire power want to be immune to the power of others.
But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again. I mean the world looked different forever after, and even in moments of exquisite happiness there was the darkness lurking, the sense of our frailty and our hopelessness.
Doll, doll,' I called her. That's what she was. A magic doll. Laughter and infinite intellect and then the round-cheeked face, the bud mouth.
Blood Genesis In the beginning were the spirits. They were invisible beings, heard and seen only by the most powerful sorcerers or witches.
Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.
Can you picture it, this splendid domesticity, dim lamps, the vampire father singing to the vampire daughter? Only the doll had a human face, only the doll.
It's Stella. Stella's got the gift and she'll get everything when I die.' ‘And what's the gift, Miss Mary Beth?' my mother asked her. ‘Why, Stella's seen the man,' Miss Mary Beth said to my mother. ‘And the one who can see the man when she's all alone inherits all.
I don't like myself you know. I love myself. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.
I was feeling fear. Not a wild, mortal fear, but something cold like a hook in my side.
Roman influence seeds itself, sprouting mighty oaks right through the modern forest of computers, digital disks, microviruses and space satellites.
Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation.