Death Spiders Quotes

“Instead he settled down to a spell within the Old Rosy Quartz Palace, tinged it was said with the blood of maidens, though no one knew how. Several Informers, those self-appointed repositories of arcane knowledge, pointed out repeatedly, especially after a third goblet of wine, the very idea was preposterous. Who were these maidens, eh? What were they doing exuding blood all over perfectly good quartz?

Of course such objections were blasphemous to those of a romantic disposition. Some past tragedy was clearly implied. The fabric of the building bore witness to a crime of heinous proportions. If the victims had been a bunch of frumpy wool-weavers with beefy hams and monobrows it would hardly bear mentioning. Maidens though? What a terrible thought, and a bit of a waste too it was suggested.

Still, there it was. The Old Rosy Quartz Palace, in all its ominously pink glory, sitting at one corner of the windswept Cobbly Square, a cake-like confection with a sinister origin. There was no New Rosy Quartz Palace of course because no maidens had volunteered to come forth and help in its building so only foundations had been laid down thus far in anticipation of tragedy. Chapter 9)”
― Martyn X Brown, Death Spiders

“Although the Frangea autumn was as mild as mild could be, someone had told the trees to shed their leaves at this time of year whether they wanted to or not. Thus a gentle drift of floating shapes tumbled silently down from the heights above, occasionally making the intruder brush a leaf off his shoulder as he paused in his progress.

The trees also agreed to make their leaves change colour so that a medley of reds and golds mingled in the canopy and created a kaleidoscope of tints upon the forest floor. Here and there a purple or blue leaf gave the intruder pause. He was not from Frangea and was not used to the occasional wild fling or innovative spirit of the land that threw up these little bits of crazy extravagance. (Chapter 2)”
― Martyn X Brown, Death Spiders

“The queen glanced at a ruby pendant she always wore, night and day, and gazed at its pulsating light. Something about it suggested there was a sympathising pulse elsewhere, a thousand miles or more away. It was shaped like a heart. She pressed it to herself and her eyes lit with a strange fire. (Chapter 1)”
― Martyn X Brown, Death Spiders

“There are moments in life when everything changes. A mountaineer stepping atop a previously unscaleable peak, a biologist discovering within the confines of a plastic dish a cure for some malevolent disease that had been plaguing the land for decades, or that soul-changing instant where a fool-proof insurance policy had been found to contain a sympathetic flaw. (Chapter 4)”
― Martyn X Brown, Death Spiders