How could one not think of the stories we all grew up on, that surely the Ul Qomans grew up on too? Ul Qoman man and Besź maid, meeting in the middle of Copula Hall, returning to their homes to realis...
Everything, though, depended on whether we could teach the Ariekei what we had to.
Collingswood frowned at the clouds, like she did not like what they wrote.
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.
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...
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Almanacs, or what was left of them when those pages making incorrect predictions and offering unhelpful advice had been torn out.
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...
Tell , Bren said. I thought you'd despaired.I did, too.What then? Tell me.I told him. Revelation was spoiled for him, but I can retain it here, for you.
My father passed me. He looked briefly at me as you might at a stump or a broken machine or anything that’s specific only in that it’s in your way, to walk around it as my father did me.
In Paris you had to be ready to fight art and the Hellish—not to mention Nazis—so they labored under weapons for all eventualities.
I always stayed. I can’t say I chose to stay as I felt quite without traction, without capacity to find myself or anything.
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Fights are much taxonomised. They have been subject over centuries to a complex, exhaustive categoric imperative. Humans like nothing more than to pigeonhole the events & phenomena that punctuate thei...
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.
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...
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...
His Infernal Excellency, he declared, the ambassador of Hell.