Greylock Quotes

“Hands smothered Alexei's face. Spider fingers, furry and boney, like a paw. He tasted the sharp tang of blood. A dirty odor stung his nose. "Where am I?"

"The past is not dust," echoed a voice like a B-flat note.

"I cannot see!" Alexei mumbled.

"You see everything. Even yourself. No mirror serves me."

"Who are you?"

"I am orange in the sky. Green in the pines. Autumn rivulets. I am the conjured."

"Where the hell am I. Get off!"

"You, Alexei Viktor Georghovlovna, are where you desire to be. Inside my music."

Greylock by Paula Cappa”
― Paula Cappa, Greylock