“I went back to my own innocent little chores and sat in my office as the fall drew imperceptibly on and the earth leaned on its axis and shouldered the spot I occupied a little out of the direct, billowing, crystalline, consuming blaze of the enormous sun.”

“Somewhere in that database my name sat in its own little niche, the name of a reject, undisciplined and worthless. Just the way I liked it.”

“As I sailed into Shadow, a white bird of my desire came and sat upon my right shoulder, and I wrote a note and tied it to its leg and set it on its way. The note said "I am coming," and it was signed by me.A black bird of my desire came and sat upon my left shoulder, and I wrote a note and tied it to its leg and sent it off into the west. It said, "Eric- I'll be back," and it was signed: Corwin, Lord of Amber.A demon wind propelled me east of the sun.”

“My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror."It's me," said a familiar voice...."Eric, what are you doing here?""Snuggling.”

“I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself.”

“As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.”