| "I could see the inside of my head. It was an area big enough to seat every being in the universe, an infinite amphitheatre overarched by... well, a sky, I suppose, one of icy and sunlit blue, going on, as you might expect, forever. Vertigo? Sort of. The vertigo of bliss. (Gunn should make a note of that for a title. The Vertigo of Bliss. That's got to be a title for something. Not this, obviously, but something.)" |
| — I, Lucifer by Glen Duncan |
