“They were connected: the world, her body, her face. Perhaps she should not be asking who she was but, rather, of what she was a part.” — Nicola Griffith Copy Share Image
“She liked time at the edges of things -- the edge of the crowd, the edge of the pool, the edge of the wood… — Nicola Griffith Copy Share Image
“Hild fetched a lump of grey salt for Mildburh and mortar and pestle to crush it in. She loved the gritty crunch and thump… — Nicola Griffith Copy Share Image
I'm tired of being considered a lesbian writer, tired of being a science-fiction writer, tired of being a thriller writer. I'm a writer. Period.… — Nicola Griffith Copy Share Image
Everyone has this notion of the Middle Ages - certainly the early Middle Ages - as being this very superstitious era. I think that… — Nicola Griffith Copy Share Image
There are days when I should be writing, and I am so tired that I can't. And the fatigue also affects my emotions, making… — Nicola Griffith Copy Share Image
Setting is my primary joy as a writer, building a world and watching people respond to it. — Nicola Griffith Copy Share Image
I'm not sure many writers are trying to reconcile all the things that are separated in our culture - body and mind, urban and… — Nicola Griffith Copy Share Image
“The fact they could check becomes the prophecy they must believe.” — Nicola Griffith Copy Share Image
Reading is the gateway to so many things that helps makes it possible for seven billion people to live together on one planet. Literature… — Nicola Griffith Copy Share Image
“Marghe learned of linn cloud, the waterfall cloud in multilayers which brought very heavy rain; of n’gus, queen daggerhorn sky—stately and slow-moving like the… — Nicola Griffith Copy Share Image
