Author: Tim Powers

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• NULL (2)
  • IN: Expiration Date (1995) Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: Thomas A. Edison, the inventor of the light bulb, whose honors have included having a New Jersey town and college named after him, received a college degree Sunday, 61 years after his death. Thomas Edison State College conferred on its namesake a bachelor of science degree for lifetime achievement.
    FROM: The Associated Press, Monday, October 26, (1992), NULL, US
  • IN: On Stranger Tides (1987) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: … And unmoor’d souls may drift on stranger tides Than those men know of, and be overthrown By winds that would not even stir a hair...
    FROM: William Ashbless, (1987), Fictional, NULL
• William Shakespeare (2)
  • IN: Earthquake Weather (1997) Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: My brain I’ll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father, and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts; And these same thoughts people this little world, In humors like the people of this world… Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented…
    FROM: Richard II, (1597), Play, UK
• Goethe (1)
  • IN: Earthquake Weather (1997) Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: So long as you do not die and rise again, You are a stranger to the dark earth.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Germany
• Elizabeth Siddal Rossetti (1)
  • IN: Hide Me Among The Graves (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And mother dear, when the sun has set And the pale kirk grass waves, Then carry me through the dim twilight And hide me among the graves.
    FROM: "At Last", (None), Poem, UK
• Taylor Coleridge, Samuel (1)
  • IN: On Stranger Tides (1987) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: “The Bridgegroom’s doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May’st hear the merry din.” He holds him with his skinny hand, “There was a ship.” quoth he…
    FROM: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, (1798), Poem, UK
• Francesco Cancellieri (1)
  • IN: Medusa’s Web (2016) Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: “When you are in the fingers of this unwisely summoned beast, you find yourself in a hundred conflicting motions all in the same moment. You grieve, you dance, you vomit, you shake, you weep, you faint, and suffer enormously, and you die… the sovereign and sole remedy is Music.”
    FROM: Letters of Francesco Cancellieri to the ch. Signore Dottore Koreff, Professor of Medicine of the University of Berlin, about Tarantism, the airs of Rome, and of its countryside, and the Papal palaces inside, and outside, Rome, (1817), NULL, NULL
• William Faulkner (1)
  • IN: Medusa’s Web (2016) Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: “The past ins’t dead. It isn’t even past."
    FROM: NULL, (1817), NULL, US
• Clark Ashton Smith (1)
  • IN: The Stress of her Regard (1989) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: ...yet thought must see That eve of time when man no longer yearns, Grown deaf before Life's Sphinx, whose lips are barred; When from the spaces of Eternity, Silence, a rigorous Medusa, turns On the lost world the stress of her regard.
    FROM: Sphinx and Medusa, (None), NULL, US
• Heraclitus (1)
  • IN: The Anubis Gates (1983) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: No man can step into the same river twice, for the second time it's not the same river, and he's not the same man.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Greece
• Sir Ashbless, William (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