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1 " IT IS THE colour of a bleached skull, his flesh; and the long hair which flows below his shoulders is milk-white. From the tapering, beautiful head stare two slanting eyes, crimson and moody, and from the loose sleeves of his yellow gown emerge two slender hands, also the colour of bone, resting on each arm of a seat which has been carved from a single, massive ruby. "
― Michael Moorcock , Elric: The Sleeping Sorceress (Chronicles of the Last Emperor of Melniboné, #3)
2 " Elric offered Moonglum a smile that had gratitude in it. “You are—a good friend—I wonder why . . . "
3 " they are a most depressed and depressing group, for they are all, you see, exiles or refugees or travelers between the worlds who lost their way and never found it again. No-one lives in Ameeron by choice.” “A veritable City of the Damned.” “As the poet might remark, aye.” Rackhir offered Elric a sardonic wink. “But I sometimes think all cities are that. "