Blue Moon Rising is a fantasy novel by British author, Simon R. Green. The first in a series of four books in the Forest Kingdom series with the main protagonists appearing in six books in the Hawk & Fisher series by Green.
The book had a troubled launch with many publishers rejecting Green before being published by Roc. The book became Green's first bestseller.
As with other Green books, it is written in a style which combines dramatic storytelling with plenty of wry humour and light relief.
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Famous quotes containing the words rising, blue and/or moon:
“Even Lust the Master of a hardned Face,
Blushes if thou beest in the place,
To darkness Curtains he retires,
In Sympathizing Night he rowls his smoaky Fires.
When, Goddess, thou liftst up thy wakened Head,
Out of the Mornings purple bed,
Thy Quire of Birds about thee play,
And all the joyful world salutes the rising day.”
—Abraham Cowley (16181667)
nestled in the riverbanks lap,
their clusters broken
from the weight of blue bees,
have in time
—Hla Stavhana (c. 50 A.D.)
“Ms. Dog wouldnt give them her buttocks.
She would moon at them.
Just at the killers of the dream.
The bus boys of the soul.
Or at death
who wants to make her a mummy.”
—Anne Sexton (19281974)