Nicola Griffith

“She liked time at the edges of things -- the edge of the crowd, the edge of the pool, the edge of…

— Nicola Griffith

“Hwl’s thumping began to slow as her cream turned to butter.”

— Nicola Griffith

“Hild fetched a lump of grey salt for Mildburh and mortar and pestle to crush it in. She loved the gritty crunch…

— Nicola Griffith

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…

— Nicola Griffith

Everyone has this notion of the Middle Ages - certainly the early Middle Ages - as being this very superstitious era. I…

— Nicola Griffith

There are days when I should be writing, and I am so tired that I can't. And the fatigue also affects my…

— Nicola Griffith

Setting is my primary joy as a writer, building a world and watching people respond to it.

— Nicola Griffith

I'm not sure many writers are trying to reconcile all the things that are separated in our culture - body and mind,…

— Nicola Griffith

If you have the language gift, you can use it as a tool.

— Nicola Griffith

“The fact they could check becomes the prophecy they must believe.”

— Nicola Griffith

Reading is the gateway to so many things that helps makes it possible for seven billion people to live together on one…

— Nicola Griffith

“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…

— Nicola Griffith

My first website went up in 1995. On it I ran a feature called Ask Nicola. Readers would email me questions, I'd…

— Nicola Griffith

Dogs own space and cats own time.

— Nicola Griffith

I want to write about grown-up things.

— Nicola Griffith

“An Anglisc oath is like water. It pours into every part of you, every crevice. You can’t hold any piece apart from…

— Nicola Griffith

“For everyone knew Fiachnae would rise again, it’s what the Irish did, and mac Báetáin was cannier than most.”

— Nicola Griffith

“They were connected: the world, her body, her face. Perhaps she should not be asking who she was but, rather, of what…

— Nicola Griffith

“Fursey was now eating—and drinking, always drinking—at Mulstan’s expense, not her uncle’s. The gift of kings, her mother said: to make others…

— Nicola Griffith

“I hit someone." "Yes." I stopped four feet away. She shook her hand at her side, lifted it, looked at it. "I…

— Nicola Griffith

“Writing a balanced, beautiful novel, where plot and character and setting and pacing and narrative structure and imagery and, above all, story…

— Nicola Griffith

“Always know what they want to hear - not just what everyone knew they wanted to hear but what they didn't even…

— Nicola Griffith

“No one but her uncle knew that under Fursey’s tutelage she could make her letters or that she understood Latin if it…

— Nicola Griffith

“The web convulsed, splitting the dark patch into hundreds of peach-colored corpuscles that pulsed in different directions down the hollow strands. Digestion.…

— Nicola Griffith

“A battle, shield wall to shield wall. Linden wood to linden wood. She imagined meeting a man the size of Forthere, huge…

— Nicola Griffith