Sunday, October 31, 2010

Phraselet No. 121

She did not laugh, but studied his face most thoughtfully. Then for a time the enigma-look came back into her eyes. For a moment Fafhrd thought he could peer past it, and he was troubled, for what he thought he glimpsed behind those large, brown-irised pupils was not a sibyl surveying the universe from a mountaintop, but a merchant with scales in which he weighed objects most carefully, at whiles noting down in a little book old debts and new bribes and alternate plans for gain.

- Fritz Leiber, "The Snow Women," Swords and Deviltry


dolorah said...

Interesting excerpt. I think I'd like this verbiage and writing style.


Loren Eaton said...

If you read it, let me know what you think about. Always curious as to whether or not others agree with my takes.