trampe videre inn i neste morgen

There are all sorts of things in Heaven and Earth, said Uncle Auberon's servant, that yearn to do you harm. There is fire that wants to burn you. There are swords that long to pierce you through and through and ropes that mean to bind you hard. There are a thousand, thousand things that you have never yet dreamt of: creatures that can steal your sleep from you, year after year, until you scarcely know yourself, and men yet unborn who will curse you and scheme against you. Little human child, the time has come to be afraid.

Fra novellesamlingen The Ladies of Grace Adieu and other stories av Susanna Clarke