“It wasn't gloom at all, really. There were lights and colors. If it hadn't been for the feel of the water gliding by against his skin he might have imagined himself up in the sky, with meteors and comets blazing… — Henry Kuttner Copy Share Image
“This was the southern sea. The colors that fade when coral is drawn out of its element were garishly bright here, intricate and lovely labyrinths on the bottom. Among the coral, fish went darting; and overhead a sea-bat, a devil-fish,… — Henry Kuttner Copy Share Image
“You see, a witch has to have a familiar, some little animal like a cat or a toad. He helps her somehow. When the witch dies the familiar is suppose to die too, but sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes, if it's absorbed enough magic, it lives on. Maybe this toad found its way south from Salem, from the days when Cotton… — Henry Kuttner Copy Share
“A long time ago I lived in Lisbon,' she said, in softly slurred Portuguese that made the name of the city Leesh-boa. 'But before that, meus neto, my tribe was in the mountains where there are only old things, like the trees and the rocks and the streams. There are truths to be learned from the old things -' She… — Henry Kuttner Copy Share
We are all part of some cosmic pattern, and this pattern works toward good and not evil. It builds and does not destroy. So… — Henry Kuttner Copy Share Image
“This is the story of a boy named Pete Coutinho, who had a spell put on him. Some people might have called it a curse. I don't know. It depends on a lot of things, on whether you've got gipsy blood, like old Beatriz Sousa, who learned a lot about magic from the wild gitana tribe in the mountains beyond… — Henry Kuttner Copy Share
“What he'd find there, of course, was up to Pete. But he was sure there were magicians in Tampico and leopard-skins and golden thrones… — Henry Kuttner Copy Share Image
“Out in the stone-pile the toad squatted with its glowing jewel-eyes and, maybe, its memories. I don't know if you'll admit a toad could… — Henry Kuttner Copy Share Image
“The Isle of Pines was Circe's isle, with white marble columns here and there in the dark, green, and pirates would be dueling with… — Henry Kuttner Copy Share Image
“It wasn't gloom at all, really. There were lights and colors. If it hadn't been for the feel of the water gliding by against… — Henry Kuttner Copy Share Image
“Dr. Manning said he'd thought at first it might be sleeping sickness, or even narcolepsy, whatever that was, but - no, Pete was healthy… — Henry Kuttner Copy Share Image
“This was the southern sea. The colors that fade when coral is drawn out of its element were garishly bright here, intricate and lovely… — Henry Kuttner Copy Share Image
