Chronicles of Amber
It was as if I stood at the end of the world, the end of the universe, the end of everything. But far, far out from where I stood, something hovered on a mount of sheerest black―a blackness itself, but edged and tempered with barely perceptible flashes of light. I could not guess at its size, for distance, depth, perspective, were absent here. A single edifice? A group? A city? Or simply a place? The outline varied each time that it fell upon my retina. Now faint and misty sheets drifted slowly between us, twisting, as if long strands of gauze were buoyed by heated air. The mandala ceased its turning when it had exactly reversed itself. The colors were behind me now, and imperceptible unless I turned my head, an action I had no desire to take. It was pleasant standing there, staring at the formlessness from which all things eventually emerged . . . .~The Hand of Oberon, Chapter 6
The quote above is from the fourth book of The Chronicles of Amber
. While the image opening this post is from the fifth and final book (of the original Corwin Cycle, anyway). Have some thoughts on this amazing series, but no time right now to record them. So just the excerpt above and a few images borrowed from here and there. More later...
(Meanwhile, fans of Zelazny's Amber
, a quiz for you