Author: Ruthanna Emrys

Cites

• H. P. Lovecraft (1)
  • IN: Winter Tide (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Yaer after year I heard that faint, far ringing Of deep-toned bells on the black midnight wind; Peals from no steeple I could ever find, But strange, as if across some great void winging. I searched my dreams and memories for a clue, And thought of all the chimes my visions carried; OF quiet Innsmouth, where the white gulls tarried Around an ancient spire that once I knew.
    FROM: "The Bells", Fungi from Yuggoth, (1930), Poem, US
• Francis Petrarch (trans. James Harvey Robinson) (1)
  • IN: Winter Tide (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: At last, though, my hope was fading gradually away. Except for a few of the opening lines of certain books, from which there seemed to flash upon me the face of the friend whom I had been longing to behold, a momentary glimpse, dim through distance, or, rather, the sight of his streaming hair, as he vanished from my view -- except for this... I had no hope of being able ever to see you face to face.
    FROM: "To Homer", (1898), Letter, Italy