Della Ensor

“What in the name of Llar was that all about?’ Colin asked, his face still drained of colour.
‘I have no bloody idea,’ William said his voice quivering.”
― A.R. Merrydew, The Girl with the Porcelain Lips

“There were spaceships again in that century, and the ships were manned by fuzzy impossibilities that walked on two legs and sprouted tufts of hair in unlikely anatomical regions. They were a garrulous kind. They belonged to a race quite capable of admiring its own image in a mirror, and equally capable of cutting its own throat before the altar of some tribal god, such as the deity of Daily Shaving. It was a species which often considered itself to be, basically, a race of divinely inspired toolmakers; any intelligent entity from Arcturus would instantly have perceived them to be, basically, a race of impassioned after-dinner speechmakers.”
― Walter M. Miller Jr., A Canticle for Liebowitz

“Her is closer than ever to the top of Namsan Tower.”
― Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

“   In 1658, Francis Andrew Ransome stole the Alchemy Scroll from St. Julian’s college, my present employer. Ransome was a member of a transatlantic group called The Invisible College. They were alchemists, meaning they worked with matter and spirit together.”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder