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The Evil Seed

By Joanne Harris

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| Paperback | 9780552775045

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“Sometimes, in his moments of lucidity, he wondered why he needed her so, knowing as he did that all she had ever offered him were the joys of fear and humiliation and the dark exhilaration of the fairground, rank with the scent of sweat and the beast which was himself.”
“It shone through her like ... (continue)

“Sometimes, in his moments of lucidity, he wondered why he needed her so, knowing as he did that all she had ever offered him were the joys of fear and humiliation and the dark exhilaration of the fairground, rank with the scent of sweat and the beast which was himself.”
“It shone through her like a searchlight. Innocence. Or so I thought.
Later I learned to know her better. It was not innocence which streamed from every part of her, piercing her transparent skin and shining from her lilac eyes. I think it was power.”
“Her beauty was an abyss, an insanity all of its own.”
“she was gone, she was gone, she was gone…Fragments of poetry entered my brain like flying glass, images like pieces of a torn canvas, tantalizing…”
“Dreams again; more dreams. She walks them like a general walking a battlefield of her own making, the screams of the dying a hymn to her glory and her pride.”
“Their seed is everywhere, dormant, like a poison tree under the orchard, their roots quartering the earth and spreading like maggots into the minds of men. The evil seed may lie sleeping for a hundred years, before it wakes, shaking the snow of winter from its face and looking up into the sunlight. […]. Every child who has longed to be Cinderella or the Wolf Boy, every young man who has dreamed of raising a dead princess with his kiss has sown the night’s seed, Proserpine’s underworld seed which grows the blood-red fruit.
Desire.”
“In a novel she might have been able to say: ‘His eyes were like a doorway into another world.’ But in real life she simply got drunk, went to bed with a young man from another college who she didn’t even like, and woke up the next day with a depressive hangover and a vague sense of something lost.”
“I hear it, its voice like the apotheosis of all monsters, Rosemary at the wheel, bearing down on me. And suddenly realize that we too have power, power enough to break hers. We are children; we believe. Children have the only true faith, not the stumbling faith of religions, those dim adult fairy tales, but faith in magic, belief in rapture.“

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noodlecup said on Apr 10, 2010 | Add your feedback

Intriguing debut novel for an author that later took a different path, although I think she could've surprised us with some pretty good vamp lit!

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Embla said on Oct 30, 2008 | Add your feedback