Let the fairy tale begin on a winter's morning, then, with one drop of blood newly-fallen on the ivory snow: a drop as bright as a clear-cut ruby, red as a single spot of claret on the lace cuff. — Ellen Kushner Copy Share Image
“The time of testing, and of playing, was over. This was the final duel for one of them. Now they were fighting for their… — Ellen Kushner Copy Share Image
“But I saw the pair of them, along with everyone else. Hard to miss. Him towering like a raggedy scarecrow in that flapping black… — Ellen Kushner Copy Share Image
“What was it about scholarship and learning, he wondered, that seemed to wither the hearts of University men, leaving them incapable of loving anything… — Ellen Kushner Copy Share Image
A masterwork. A particularly American magic realism that touches the heart of race and childhood in our country; it's 100 Years of Solitude for… — Ellen Kushner Copy Share Image
“I let the insults go by. A good swordsman doesn't pay attention to words in a fight.” — Ellen Kushner Copy Share Image
Current cant equates fantasy with escapism, and current fashion would have it that fantasy is both easy to read and to write. It isn't.… — Ellen Kushner Copy Share Image
“There's the road to heaven, and there's the road to hell, and there? That's the road to Faerie.” — Ellen Kushner Copy Share Image
Is this politics? I suppose I am going to have to learn all about it, if I am to run Lord Ferris's household, and… — Ellen Kushner Copy Share Image
Honest change? Honest? Has someone altered the definition of the word while my back was turned, or have you recently developed a sense of… — Ellen Kushner Copy Share Image
“Have you seen Marcus?" he asked his ugly friend. "Yes, he was stoping some people in the Violet Room from climbing the curtains." "What… — Ellen Kushner Copy Share Image
I'm the Duke of Riverside. I build things here and pretty much keep the peace, and discourage certain behaviors. If you think all that… — Ellen Kushner Copy Share Image
