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NICHOLAS GALING DRESSED FOR THE HISTORIANS’ debate with all of his usual care. He wore green, for spring, with a waistcoat embroidered with jonquils. In deference to the gravity of the occasion, the green was dark, and he wore no lace.
Ellen Kushner -
And Ferris had watched Alec go past him out of the door noted the bones...but he never would have connected that ragged man with the honey-and-acid creature who'd insulted him at Diane's house.
Ellen Kushner
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MIDWINTER IS THE DREARIEST of the year. Days are short, nights are long, and both are cold and wet with no immediate prospect of relief. Winter’s Tail is what the old wives call it, dragging filth at winter’s ass.
Ellen Kushner -
I do not make the rules. This annoys me, and so I comfort myself by breaking them.
Ellen Kushner -
I wonder if you men have any idea of how insulting it is to women when you assume that all we can offer is our bodies?
Ellen Kushner -
All the while he's been moving towards her, both stoat to rabbit and moth to flame. And she's staring at him, flame-bright and rabbit-scared, too brave to look away.
Ellen Kushner -
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 throw parties and all. Now...explain to me again just who hates who, and why?
Ellen Kushner -
I let the insults go by. A good swordsman doesn't pay attention to words in a fight.
Ellen Kushner
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The room was dim, as though drenched in perpetual afternoon.
Ellen Kushner -
Dream big. Find what makes you happy, and pursue it as you would food and warmth. You deserve it. And if you don’t, then do what it takes to become worthy of it.
Ellen Kushner -
She is all that is gracious, Her spirit is comely, The work of her hands is fair.
Ellen Kushner -
He had nothing against debauchery in the abstract, but he was particular about the details.
Ellen Kushner -
Honest change? Honest? Has someone altered the definition of the word while my back was turned, or have you recently developed a sense of humor?
Ellen Kushner -
What was it about scholarship and learning, he wondered, that seemed to wither the hearts of University men, leaving them incapable of loving anything as imperfect and fallible as an actual human being?
Ellen Kushner