The Courts Of Chaos

It was Caine.
“I’ll be damned,” I said, rubbing my jaw. “A funny thing happened to me on the way to your funeral.”
“Yes. I heard about it.” He laughed.
“You ever kill yourself, Corwin?”

My children, I cannot say that I am entirely pleased with you, but I suppose this works both ways. Let it be.

Before it finished taking form, I realized that it was my father’s face in the sky. Neat trick, that. And I had no idea what it represented either.

“It would have been so fine,” it said softly, “to eat a Prince of Amber. I always wondered — about royal blood.”

“I’ve been waiting for you since the beginning of Time, Corwin.”
“Must have been a bit tiresome.”

Sometimes I think I’m in the wrong business.

This girl I held to me might really be a monster inside. Probably was. Aren’t most of us?

everybody has a whole rack of masks for different occasions.

A woman and a bottle — that was how I had always said I wanted to end my days.

Few people can say of themselves that they are free of the belief that this world which they see around them is in reality the work of their own imagination.