Fafhrd Quotes

At that instant the hag's noisy breathing stopped and with it all other sound. Her eyes opened, showing only whites - milky ovals infinitely eerie in the dark root-tangle of her sharp features and stringy hair. The gray tip of her tongue traveled like a large maggot around her lips.

Also, in the dismal Cold Waste, any man treasures illusions, though knowing them almost certainly to be such.