Cloud and Ashes Quotes

“In this, a heap of books, sea-ruined. Mooncalf'd bindings, white and swollen as a drowned face. Warp and white-rot, skin on skin. Down thou sit'st and try'st to pry the boards, to turn the bleared and cockled pages. Here, a drawing of a hand, anatomized. A riddle in geometry. A fugue of spiders.

And behind a faded arras-ghosts of roses, greensick blue- a bright dark closet full of wonders and dust.”
― Greer Gilman, Cloud and Ashes: Three Winter's Tales