M. John Harrison Quotes

The right fist rested on the pommel of his plain long sword, which, contrary to the fashion of the time, had no name. Cromis, whose lips were thin and bloodless, was more possessed by the essential qu...

As they moved from exhibit to exhibit like reluctant tourists in some artist's studio, Buffin sat on a stool with his limbs tense. He was like an exhibit himself in the direct odd light filtering thro...

Tegeus-Cromis, sometime soldier and sophisticate, who now dwelt quite alone in a tower by the sea and imagined himself a better poet than swordsman.

She was a tall woman with a wide smile,good tits and a way of licking mayonnaise out the corner of her mouth which suggested she might beequally good at licking mayonnaise out the corner of yours.