Gene Wolfe’s prose is pure genius. Take this tidbit from The Sword of the Lichtor.
If I had seen one miracle fail, I had witnessed another; and even a seemingly purposeless miracle is an inexhaustible source of hope, because it proves to us that since we do not understand everything, our defeats—so much more numerous than our few and empty victories—may be equally specious.
What is your favorite type of dragon? I mean, there are several different kinds, or am I wrong?
While the Ancient Red Wyrm will always hold a special place in my heart I’ve always been more terrified of the Whites. Dumb as a bag of hammers, extremely powerful and agressive. I’ve lost many a comrade to an blast of arctic breath followed by their frozen bodies being shattered with the snap of a tail.