“As his lord stared at the door another figure appeared, a girl of about fifteen with long, rather wild black hair. She… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“She tossed her long hair and it flapped down her back like a pirate's flag. She stood in about as awkward a… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“But Fuchsia might as well have been carved from dark marble. Only her tears moved.” — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“His mind had been working away behind his high forehead. Unimaginative himself he could recognize imagination in her: he had come upon… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“She was gauche in movement and in a sense, ugly of face, but with how small a twist might she not suddenly… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
