The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters

Who I'd like to meet:

'Miss Temple looked down from the veranda of the Shipping House, an untouched glass of lemon squash on the table and the Shipping Master himself, Mr. Pauncelote - a Frenchman - hovering uncared-for behind her left shoulder.'

'Cardinal Chang instructed the coachman to stop on the near side of Worthing Circle, for he did not especially care to be seen climbing out.'

'It was not often Doctor Svenson drank champagne, and he wished the occasion was one he could enjoy.'

'The Contessa di Lacquer-Sforza leaned toward the thickly painted canvas and smiled, appreciating both the mockery of the subject matter - the martyrdom of St. Veronika at the hands of barbarians - and the skill of execution, so that even she felt a shiver of delight at the truly wicked ecstasy lighting up the victim's face.'

'Francis Xonck nipped the tip of a black tight wrapped cheroot with his teeth and spat the bit of tobacco into the tall, slick grass that lined the road to Tarr Manor.'

'The Comte d'Orkancz took a moment to breathe in the bouquet of the port before taking a sip, nodding with simple, frank satisfaction - the '39 Harker-Bornarth was not the '37, but he was, after all, in a brothel - at the woman across the table, Madame Madelaine Kraft, whose brothel it was.'