“Remember the Morning Star,” he enjoined. But I didn’t tell him about Tegg, whose face was the starry void itself...” LoveStarsDestiny Book:The Heretic Emperor Source: The Heretic Emperor
“Childhood is bound like the Gordian knot with my memories of the Black Sea, and I still feel its waters welling up within me today. Sometimes these waters are leaden, as grey as the military ships that sail on their curved expanses, and sometimes they are blue as pigmented cobalt. Then would come dusk, when I would sit and watch the seabirds waver to shore, flitting from open waters to the quiet empty vastlands in darkening spaces behind me, the same birds Ovid once saw during his exile, perhaps; and the same waters the Argonauts crossed searching for the fleece of renewal. And out in the distance, invisible, the towering heights of Caucasus, where once-bright memories of the fire-thief have transmuted into something weird and many-faceted, and beyond these, pitch-black Karabakh in dolorous Armenia.” Greek MythologyJasonPrometheusOvidAlexander The GreatArgonautsBlack SeaGordian KnotGolden Fleece Book:The Heretic Emperor Source: The Heretic Emperor
“He was eager to tell me about his latest work, which consisted of him vomiting on a footpath, then cordoning it off. Each artwork lasted until the first ‘philistine’ thought to take the rope down. ‘In that way, the philistine is drawn – whether he likes it or not – into my art. He becomes part of it…and the vomit part of him. Essentially, it is the cosmic vomit. We all spew it. It blurs the boundaries, subverts the liminal…” SatireSatiricalModern ArtPhilistines Book:Reveries of the Dreamking Source: Reveries of the Dreamking
“For a fair maid of England hath told me That the crows are departed the Tower. So I’ll seek for my bailiwick elsewhere, Sniffing out some new dungheap of power.” PoetryTower Of LondonAnn Boleyn Book:The Heretic Emperor Source: The Heretic Emperor