A SENTENCE BY MERVYN PEAKE
May 14, 2011
High-shouldered to a degree little short of malformation, slender and adroit of limb and frame, his eyes close-set and the colour of dried blood, he is climbing the spiral staircase of the soul of Gormenghast, bound for some pinnacle of the itching fancy – some wild, invulnerable eyrie best known to himself, where he can watch the world spread out below him, and shake exultantly his clotted wings.
Steerpike, one of the great villains in all of literature. I mean, clotted wings! Eyes the colour of dried blood!
Awesome.