The Drawing of the Dark

by Tim Powers

I never used to think much of coincidences, but these days I practically trip over them in the street.

“My, my! Aren’t we adorned! Going to sit for a portrait?”

Women do what’s expected of them without you having to go through all the preliminary miming they usually expect.

Lothario Mothertongue.

The wages of courage is death, lad, but it’s the wages of everything else, too.

Calad Bolg, he thought, the sword remembered in the legends as Excalibur.