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"Is there a madman with a brain
To turn the stuff of nightmare sane
And demons crush and Chaos tame,
Who’ll leave his realm, forsake his bride
And, tossed by contradictory tides,
Give up his pride for pain"
— The Chronicle of the Black Sword - The Fortress of the Pearl, Michael Moorcock. (via spadesqueen)


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new-vogue-ravyn:

Blood and Souls by ~ILLanthan

One of my favorite pieces of Elric fanart.



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I love antiques in general, but old books are my favorite.. The scent and look of old books is one of the best things in the world, I think. I can not think of anywhere else I would rather be than in an old private library surrounded by books like these.



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cronopio:

It is the color of a bleached skull, his flesh; and the long hair that flows below his shoulders is milk-white. From the tapering, beautiful head stare two slanting eyes, crimson and moody… He is Elric, Emperor of Melnibone, cursed with a keen and cynical intelligence, schooled in the art of sorcery and the hero of Michael Moorcock’s remarkable epic of conflict and adventure at the dawn of human history.



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psychrophile:

Austrian National Library (Österreichische Nationalbibliothek)

[Source: #1, #2]


WANT.



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pantheonbooks:

(Untitled Fragment) from House of Leaves.



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"Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there."
— Henry Miller (via nitors)


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Love this book.



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montrealmighteatitsyoung:

“Nicholas was…

older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.

The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.



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