There are parts where even individual trees are crosshatched, where Ul Qoman children and Besz children clamber past each other, each obeying their parents' whispered strictures to unsee the other.
He hurled another vast pot of unstable thaumaturgic compound at the militia. It fell short, but burst with such violence that it splashed onto and over the shields, mixing with the distillate and send...
Susurrus
Why’s there a pharos here? he said. You don’t put a lighthouse where no one’s going to go. You put it somewhere dangerous where they have to go.
The early days of revolution were remarkable for how submerged and scattered that hard right was. Most of its high-profile figures had left the country or been arrested after February. Only the errati...
So long as it fated, fate didn’t care what it fated.
In time, in time they tell me, I’ll not feel so bad. I don’t want time to heal me. There’s a reason I’m like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won’t smooth y...
I do not dream, der Grimnebulin. I am a calculating machine that has calculated how to think. I do not dream.
I didn’t move: I had no moving left in me.
Everything, though, depended on whether we could teach the Ariekei what we had to.
At dawn a great shark mouth appears at the horizon smiling like a stupid angel and chewing silently on the sky. Women
As in Kiev, so across the cities of Russia, among the dreaming rich.
Their officer. The acid and powder in the
The second book’s for readers, he said. But you can’t know when they’ll come, if they do. It’s the book for telling: no code for that one. But—he counted one again and had my close attention—you can s...
You see what’s going on, Dane said. Miserably he ran his hands over his head. That is a picket line, and I am in trouble. A picket? The cats and birds? Dane nodded. The familiars are on strike.
We are sick and tired of living in debt and slavery,’ the Rakalovsk peasants had their chairperson write. ‘We want space and light.
Volunteering’s an early and strong indication that you’re not suited, he said.
The manager of my line told me, You never put anything down except to be read. Every word ever written is written to be read and if some go unread that‘s only chance, failure, they‘re like grubs that...
The first couple of times she had come here, she had been sure that he changed overnight, that the shards of physiognomy that made up his whole reorganized when no one was looking. She became frighten...
Termagant! he moaned after her. Shrew! Harridan! All right, all right, you win, you, you . . . uh . . . virago, you spitfire . . . He rubbed his head and sat up, grinned sheepishly. Lin made an obscen...