"Behold, wonder, and lament", said the martlet, "that the innocent eye of day should be enforced still to look upon the children of night everlasting: Corund of Witchland and his cursed sons."
Lessingham thought, "A most fiery politician is my little martlet: damned fiends and angels and nothing betwixt for her. But I'll dance to none of their tunes, but wait for these things' unfolding."
— Chapter II: The Wrastling for Demonland
In a word, these books are works, first and foremost, of art. And they are irreplaceable. Nowhere else shall we meet this precise blend of hardness and luxury, of lawless speculation and sharply realised detail, of the cynical and the magnanimous. No author can be said to remind us of Eddison.