“ But, more than that, my conscience would not permit me to call on the law to punish a household treason, where household authority is so strong and so arbitrary as here. Assassination is the weapon of the oppressed and helpless; and it is not for me so to be judge in my own cause as to pronounce that Eivé has had no provocation.""Shame upon her!" said Eveena indignantly. "No one under your roof ever had or could have reason to raise a hand, I do not say against your life, but to give you a moment's pain. ”
Percy Greg
Biographical details
Percy Greg (1836–1889), a British writer, is best known for Across the Zodiac (1880), an early science fiction novel often credited as the originator of the sword-and-planet genre. This work introduced groundbreaking linguistic elements, including what may be the first use of "astronaut" in English, and features a fictional Martian language.
Greg’s fusion of speculative fiction with social critique, alongside his historical work History of the United States to the Reconstruction of the Union (1887), highlights his versatility. A crater on Mars, named "Greg," honors his lasting impact on science fiction and planetary imagination.
Quotes by Percy Greg
Percy Greg, Across the Zodiac: the Story of a Wrecked Record (1880)
“ But, to my alarm, when we reached the foot of the ladder, Eveena was nowhere to be seen. Calling her and receiving no reply, calling again and hearing what sounded like her voice, but in a faint tone and coming I knew not whither, I ran round the platform to seek her. I could see nothing of her; but at one point, just where the projecting edge of the platform overhung the precipice below, I recognised her bird fluttering its wings and screaming as if in pain or terror. The Regent was calling me in a somewhat imperious tone, but of course received neither answer nor attention. ”
“ Too weak now to reason, or to resist the impression enforced upon her mind by minds always far more powerful than her own in its brightest hours, she turned instinctively from the thought of blackness, senselessness eternal, to that of a Father whose hand could uphold, of the wings that can leap the grave. Her left hand clasped in mine, her right in Eveena's,— looking most in my face, because weakness leant on strength even more than love appealed to love—Eunané spent the remaining hours of that night in calm contentment and peace. ”
