Down These Strange Streets Quotes

“Forbidden fruit is the sweetest, Warren, my darling.”
― Patricia Briggs, Down These Strange Streets

“Sou totalmente a favor do consolo. Se eles simplesmente parassem nisso, mas nunca param. As pessoas sempre decidem ue todos os outros também precisam de consolo e é melhor que seja sua versão do consolo. E, caso não seja, geralmente provam sua tese com a ponta de uma espada ou o cano de uma arma".”
― Melinda M. Snodgrass, Down These Strange Streets

“So come walk these strange streets with us, and let’s see where we’ll end up.   George R. R. Martin July 1, 2010”
― George R.R. Martin, Down These Strange Streets

“The heroes of urban fantasy come out of the hard-boiled mystery, while the villains, monsters, and antagonists have their own roots in classic horror . . . but it is the combination that gives this subgenre its juice. For these are two genres that are at heart antagonistic. Horror fiction is a fiction steeped in darkness and fear, and set in a hostile Lovecraftian universe impossible for men to comprehend, a world where, as Poe suggested, death in the end holds dominion over all. But detective fiction, even the grim, gritty, hard-boiled variety, is all about rationality; the world may be dark, but the detective is a bringer of light, an agent of order, and, yes, justice. You would think this twain could never meet. But bastards can break all the rules, and that’s half their charm. The chains of convention need not apply.”
― George R.R. Martin, Down These Strange Streets

“who was, as Winston Churchill said of her mother Russia, “a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma”—”
― George R.R. Martin, Down These Strange Streets

“THE BASTARD STEPCHILD There’s a new kid on the shelves in bookstores these days. Most often he can be found back in the science fiction and fantasy section, walking with a certain swagger among the epic fantasies, the space operas, the sword-and-sorcery yarns and cyberpunk dystopias. Sometimes he wanders up front, to hang out with the bestsellers. They call him “urban fantasy,” and these past few years he’s been the hottest subgenre in publishing. The term “urban fantasy” isn’t new, truth be told. There was another subgenre that went by that name back in the 1980s; it mostly seemed to involve elves playing in folk-rock bands and riding motorcycles through contemporary urban landscapes—usually in Minneapolis or Toronto, both of which are very nice towns. The new urban fantasy may be some kin to that 1980s variety, but if so, the kinship is a distant one, for the new kid is a bastard through and through. He makes his home on streets altogether meaner and dirtier than those his cousin walked, in New York and Chicago and L.A. and nameless cities where blood runs in the gutters and the screams in the night drown out the music. Maybe a few elves are still around, but if so, they’re likely to be hooked on horse or coke or stronger, stranger drugs, or maybe they’re elf hookers being pimped out by a werewolf. Those bloody lycanthropes are everywhere, though it’s the vampires who really run the town . . . And don’t forget the zombies, the ghouls, the demons, the witches and warlocks, the incubi and succubi, and all the other nasty, narsty things that go bump in the night. (And worse, the ones that make no sound at all.)”
― George R.R. Martin, Down These Strange Streets