Author: Sir Ashbless, William

Cited by

• Tim Powers (2)
  • IN: The Anubis Gates (1983) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: ...They move in dark, old places of the world: Like mariners, once healthy and clear-eyed, Who, when their ship was holed, could not admit Ruin and the necessity of flight, But chose instead to ride their cherished wreck Down into darkness; there not quite to drown, But ever on continue plying sails Against the midnight currents of the depths, Moving from pit to pit to lightless crag In hopeless search for some ascent to shore; And who, in their decayed, slow voyaging Do presently lose all desire for light And air and living company -- from here Their search is only for the deepest groves, Those farthest from the nigh-forgotten sun...
    FROM: "The Twelve Hours of the Night", (None), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Drawing of the Dark (1979) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: If but we Christians have our beer, Nothing's to fear.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK