As the last dish of confections was removed a weird pageant swept across the further end of the banqueting-room: Oberon and Titania with Robin Goodfellow and the rest, attired in silks and satins gorgeous of...

Damsels were women unable to do anything more complicated than get themselves captured by overgrown lizards with virgin fetishes.

I would parade you in the hall of the monarchs of the ocean if you could breathe water.

It probably wasn’t entirely her fault that she was such a bitter person. Having a name like Grace can be a serious stigma, especially when nature has endowed you with about as much charm as...

A fantasy is a journey. It is a journey into the subconscious mind, just as psychoanalysis is. Like psychoanalysis, it can be dangerous; and it will change you.

you were attacked by cement monkeys?

The story of Terisa and Geraden began very much like a fable. She was a princess in a high tower. He was a hero come to rescue her. She was the only daughter of wealth...

From dawn to dusk I spent my time in the real world. Only in my dreams at night could I indulge my fantasies.

Fantasy is the impossible made probable. Science Fiction is the improbable made possible.

Life itself has lost its plane reality: it is projected, not along the old fixed points, but along the dynamic coordinates of Einstein, of revolution. In this new projection, the best-known formulas and objects become...

One day I found him amid large packages from which spilled attractive, glossy paperbacks with mythical covers. He had tried to use, as a “generator of ideas” — for we were running out of them...

Oh-ho, so you are a witch. More like a witchling, as you’re too small to be a full witch.” (Emmerich)

Those intricate curves and patterns your people create are beyond human eyes and hands to make. Perhaps we wished to avoid a poor imitation that would only have been an ever-present reminder to us of...

A man walked across the moors from Razorback to Lancre town without seeing a single marshlight, head-less dog, strolling tree, ghostly coach or comet, and had to be taken in by a tavern and given...

It is through hearing stories about wicked stepmothers, lost children, good but misguided kings, wolves that suckle twin boys, youngest sons who receive no inheritance but must make their own way in the world, and...

The more imagination the reader has, being an untrained reader, the more he will do for himself. He will, at a mere hint from the author, flood wretched material with suggestion and never guess that...

Nice shack

I’m trying to find someone who doesn’t want to be found.””That can be as hard as looking for a shadow.

Once bitten twice shy? Sure, but… why not get a bigger dog and bite them back?

She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I’d rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move.

We also have noses that run and feet that smell.Sometimes the universe just doesn’t make sense.

Eternity ended ten years ago.

You do know that I am a Fae, correct?””Well, if the purple blood oozing from your friends there wasn’t a clue, I would say the wings and angry gleam in your eyes tipped the scale.

One misspoken word and the world will no longer know you. Mark Andrew Ramsay

I’m here by choice, I reminded myself. I’m here because I can’t bear to be not- here anymore. I’m here because I can’t tell right from wrong, light from dark. I’m here because I can’t...

But if what interests you are stories of the fantastic, I must warn you that this kind of story demands more art and judgment than is ordinarily imagined.

Darkness will always be…its own master…

The telephone bell was ringing wildly, but without result, since there was no-one in the room but the corpse.

That’s half of your trouble,” muttered the crocodile. “You believe everything’s true.””That’s because everything is,” replied Mr. Bacchus.

If the president and the Vice President dies who becomes President” “Thats easy Arnold Swartzanager

I want a love as deep as the sea, A love that will forever carry me, Away….Where I can go far away from this land…to forget about the love I lost in the sand.

I never tell anybody exactly how clever I am. They would be too scared…

A steampunk nationBaby pollution rises up then the loving comes arraigning ’causeOur art’s official and only partially artificialAnd our heart’s in the middle of sharp hardened shards of metal butThere’s not where it settlesBecause it’s...

He would give up his wings and heaven for her, a woman he loved but would never truly belong to him, a woman he could never keep. He’d fall and be banished from the only...

I am come,’ the Demon said simply, in a droning monotone. ‘I am with the dead of the lake. Come to me.’ Then the appearance of the skull-face vanished and the blood burst into a...

It made the woman feel like a thousand seas had come together from all worlds, like faraway lands had been bridged together, and the vastness of the known and the unknown were somehow easier to...

Why should a man be scorned, if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if, when he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers...

Ask not the elves for advice, because they will tell you both ‘yes’ and ‘no’.

It had become their creation, and they all would know it.

Teach them to love Earth and Spirits in the right ways so they will treat and care for Earth and Spirits in the right ways. No Spirit should live without love, food, or a home,...

There’s only so long you can live in a fantasy world before the reality comes along to sharply put you back in your place.

Il punto è che credi troppo volentieri a ciò che vuoi credere.

Bad hobo.”The finger kept coming closer.

Egg has the truth of it. Aerion’s quite the monster. He thinks he’s a dragon in human form, you know. That’s why he was so wroth at that puppet show. A pity he wasn’t born...

“My body is my own,” I said. “I may choose to share it with someone, but it’s not for sale or for hire, nor is it a reward. I’d rather starve to death than use...

When I was her age,” Munro said to Eilidh, “I was chasing frogs.”Oron Chuckled. “When I was your age, I was chasing frogs. Come. We have things to discuss.

A scent. Your mother’s shampoo.

Jack Miller aimed his shotgun at the monster’s grey-skinned head and pulled the trigger. Green sludge and bits of bone and flesh splattered through the air to land on the street, the gory aftermath releasing...

The will of God or the lunacy of man – it seemed to him that you could take your choice, if you wanted a good enough reason for most things. Or, alternatively (and he thought...

So I’m figuring this is death. The little air left in the cockpit is toxic with marthenine, and I can only wonder how much of it I have breathed in. Is my throat becoming raw...