“Maurice liked this place. Even if there were no jewels, it was nice to dream about being rich. It was nice to dream about being well again. This was a place that invited dreams.” — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“We all dream of home,” said Mrs. Szince. “We dream of a place where what we are is right, where what we can do is the right thing.” — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“Like most witches Lady Kore was left-handed, and her white sacrificial gown buttoned tightly from wrist to elbow with carved child-bone studs. Loose sleeves… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
Science fiction is the characteristic literary genre of the century. It is the genre that stands in opposition to literary modernism. — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“Maurice liked this place. Even if there were no jewels, it was nice to dream about being rich. It was nice to dream about… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“I know what I’m talking about,” she said sharply. “I’m Vice-President and a founding member of the Alliance for Ethical Lechery. Keeping an incubus… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“Eros grimaced, as cute as only the God of Love can be, his gloved hand hovering over a glass box full of hissing adders.” — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“though her gaze kept tracking nervously to the blue sky framed by the dome, expecting any minute steeply banking wings there, fire or smoke.… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“Fantasy and science fiction are closely allied in publishing, since both categories posit worlds that are not reality. The SF editor is most often… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“Your turn in the chair next time,” said October. “I know,” said November. He was pale, and thin lipped. He helped October out of… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“Kore’s personal arms were embroidered on the front—on a field gules, a vulture sable vorant a child—a black vulture on a red field devouring… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
