Clint Jones

“Somewhere out there in the millennial dark night, tall ancient towers howled on a rising wind.”
― M. John Harrison, Viriconium

“Go the window: the street is empty. You may hear running footsteps, or a sigh. In a minute or two the whistles have moved away in the direction of the Tinmarket or the Margarethestrasse. Next day some minor prince is discovered in the gutter with his throat cut, and all you are left with is the impression of secret wars, lethal patience, an intelligent manouevring in the dark.”
― M. John Harrison, Viriconium

“Here lie I in the shadows of the veinous manna, burrowed into the absolute ABRACADAVER of the earth”
― M. John Harrison, Viriconium

“All empires gutter, and leave a language their heirs cannot understand.”
― M. John Harrison, Viriconium