Simon Richard Green (born 25 August 1955) is a British science fiction and fantasy author.
Sometimes humour is all we have to say the things that can't be said.
Oh God, it's her, run!
It's tucked away in a quiet corner, shadowed and obscured, no part of the Nightside's usual bright gaudy neon noir. It doesn't advertise and it doesn't care if you habitually pass by on the other side. It's just there for when you need it. Dedicated to the patron saint of lost causes, St. Jude's is an old old place. . . St. Jude's isn't a place for comfort for frills and fancies and the trappings of religion. just a place where you can talk to your god and sometimes get an answer.
Books can be terrible snobs.
When you are tired of life, come to Haven. And someone will kill you.
There has been peace. There will be peace again. But right now, we have work to do.
Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends.
Are you sure this is a good idea?' whispered the unicorn. 'No,' said Rupert. 'But it's our best chance to find a dragon. ' 'Frankly, that doesn't strike me as such a hot idea either,' muttered the unicorn.
I didn't know if I still had it in me to be really dangerous, but I thought so. It's like knocking someone off a bike with a baseball bat; you never really lose the knack.
First rule of engineering; beware prototypes. Along with, avoid anything made by an engineer who doesn't have all his own fingers.
Eddie Drood: Is this why we become agents? To play games, to chase after secrets that are rarely worth all the blood spilled on their behalf. . . To end up stabbed in the back, just when you thought you'd won, bleeding out in some nameless backstreet. . . With most people never even knowing who you were, or what you did, or why it mattered?
Who. . . what are they?" "My pride and glory," Alex said fondly. "Betty and Lucy Coltrane. Best damned bouncers in the business. Though of course I'd never tell them that. Fiercer than pit bulls and cheaper to run. Married to each other. They had a dog once, but they ate it.
The cream-tiled walls were spattered here and there with old dried bloodstains, deep gouges that might have been clawmarks, and all kinds of graffiti. As usual, someone had spelt Cthulhu wrongly.
We are in the dark places of the earth," said Madman. "Where all the ancient and most dangerous secrets are kept. There are Old Things down here, sleeping all around us, in the earth and in the living rock, and in the spaces between spaces. Keep your voices down. Some of these old creatures sleep but lightly, and even their dreams can have force and substance in our limited world. We have come among forgotten gods and sleeping devils, from the days before the world settled down and declared itself sane.
Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.
Future is like an asshole. Everybody has one. ---John Taylor (Nightside Series)
After all, you’re only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.
Wait. You've got principles? We'll have to update your file.
Keep your mind too open, and you never know what might walk in.
Who's got my Jaffa Cakes? You know I can't function without Jaffa Cakes.