Tanith Lee Quote

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would disown. Each tore its way from my entrails. Each had shortened my life, killed me with its own special little death.

The Book of the Beast (ed. 1988) - ISBN: 9780879514174

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would...

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would...

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would...

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would...