Beyond ideology and ambition, beyond thought and emotion, there was only pain. And salvation from it.
A person born and raised into a world where information was always at hand, communication with anyone anywhere a given, and no distance more than a farcaster step away, this sudden regression to life...
We thought we were special, opening our perceptions, honing our empathy, spilling that cauldron of shared pain onto the dance floor of language and then trying to make a minuet out of all that chaotic...
Wasn’t ‘Ms.’ an honorific for females back in pre-rubicon days? asked Frome. Some sort of honorary degree for not getting married or something?
This was, without a doubt, the cruciform of which the Bikura spoke. And it had been set here a minimum of many thousands of years ago—perhaps tens of thousands—long before mankind first left Old Earth...
Then I saw a wan face Not pinned by human sorrows, but bright blanchedBy an immortal sickness which kills not;It works a constant change, which happy deathCan put no end to; deathwards progressingTo n...
The world as we know it is ending, my friends, no matter what happens to us
The sculptor Pete Garcia is found in his studio … and in his bedroom … and in the yard beyond.
The right hemisphere was not without some language—but only the most emotionally charged units of communication could lodge in that affective hemisphere; my vocabulary was now down to nine words. (Thi...
The poem celebrated love and loyalty but teetered on the brink of nihilism with its constant thread of corruption through love of power, human ambition and intellectual
The only true voyage, the only Fountain of Youth, recited Orphu, would be found not in traveling to strange lands but in having different eyes, in seeing the universe with the eyes of another person,...
The cybrid allows me to carry out my role in the datumplane community. As poet? Johnny smiled again. More as poem, he said. A poem? An ongoing work of art … but not in the human sense. A puzzle perhap...
The Shrike stepped closer. Silenus’s hand twitched, lifted the pen again, and wrote across the empty lower margin of his last page: IT IS TIME, MARTIN. He stared at what he had written, stifling the u...
The Hegemony had known how to treat cancer, but most of the gene-tailoring knowledge and technology had been lost after the Fall.
The Consul dozed, snapping awake each time with a sense of falling, hands gripping the edge of the rigid hawking mat. He realized that he should have tied himself in with the single rope he had brough...
Spenser Reynolds began telling about his next project—an attempt to have suicides coordinate their leaps from bridges on a score of worlds while the All Thing watched—and Tyrena Wingreen-Feif stole al...
Sort of like the Grim Reaper, but with a penchant for sticking souls on a giant thorn tree … while the people’s souls are still in their bodies. King
Soon she would have to wake, tend the fire, serve the men, care for the younger children, and face the end of a childhood she had barely known. Soon she would become the property of a man other than h...
Sono ancora convinto che vi siano luoghi troppo malvagi perché sia consentito loro di esistere. Di tanto in tanto, sogno nubi atomiche a forma di fungo che levano su una città, e figure umane che danz...
Sol Weintraub suddenly understood perfectly why Abraham had agreed to sacrifice Isaac, his son, when the Lord commanded him to do so. It was not obedience. It was not even to put the love of God above...