Sign of the Unicorn (The Chronicles of Amber Book 3)

by Roger Zelazny

While sex heads a great number of lists, we all have other things we like to do in between. With me, Corwin, it’s drumming, being up in the air, and gambling—in no special order.

“To paraphrase Oedipus, Hamlet, Lear, and all those guys,” I said, “I wish I had known this some time ago.”

He bowed to Fiona, waved to Benedict and Random, nodded to Flora and Deirdre as he passed them on the way to the door. He paused on the threshold, turned back and said, “Now you can all talk about me,” and went on out.

Former friends make the worst enemies.”

It is as if I were one of those minor characters in a melodrama who gets shuffled offstage without ever learning how things turn out.”

“It doesn’t make any real difference to me, but I thought it might to you—to know that someone knows you are different and doesn’t care.”

He paused, stared into the smoke, and for a moment the note of mockery was absent. “He is the only decent one among us, you know.”