# Quote — Tanith Lee, Vazkor, Son of Vazkor

> Dust had dimmed only a fraction, not enough. Decay had brushed with its rotten fingers not nearly all it should. It was an enchanted sweet, stuck in the throat of time.

- Author: [Tanith Lee](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tanith-lee.md)
- Book: [Vazkor, Son of Vazkor](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tanith-lee/vazkor-son-of-vazkor.md)
- Page: 166
- Source: [Wikiquote](https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Tanith_Lee#Vazkor,_Son_of_Vazkor_(1978)) ([CC BY-SA 4.0](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/))
- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/tanith-lee/vazkor-son-of-vazkor/dust-had-dimmed

## More from this book

> Naturally, the little wars were dressed up in ritual and significance. War spear challenge was followed by war dance, and invocation of demons, the one-eyed snake and diverse totems. I bowed to none of these, having seen early the vulgarity and impotence of the tribal pantheon. Generally men create gods in their own image.

p. 31 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tanith-lee/vazkor-son-of-vazkor/naturally-the-little.md)

> The rites were just the husks left over from deeper things, no pith remaining and no mystery, nothing to lift up the soul or go to the brain like wine. And, as generally happens, the more truth the ritual lost the more they bolstered it with significance. There is a saying among the Moi: The chief is clad in gold and purple, only the god dares to go naked.

p. 20 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tanith-lee/vazkor-son-of-vazkor/the-rites-were.md)

> Precognition or self-deception?

p. 219 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tanith-lee/vazkor-son-of-vazkor/precognition-or-self-deception.md)