Day and far into the opalescent Embelyon night [Turjan of Miir] worked under Pandelume's unseen tutelage. He learned the secret of renewed youth, many spells of the ancients, and a strange abstract lo...
You’re so quiet and subdued! You worry me. Are you well?Quite well. Deflated, perhaps. I have been deserted by my enemies. The affair is over. I am done.
To the furthest reach of my memory, Rogol Domedonfors ruled the city. He knew lore of all ages, secrets of fire and light, gravity and countergravity, the knowledge of superphysic numeration, metathas...
I understand the gist of your speculation,' said Rhialto. 'It is most likely nuncupatory.
Right now I'm so old that if I had a big gush of money, I don't know what I'd do with it. I don't travel anymore. I don't need anything, don't want anything. I'd give it to my son, I guess, and let hi...
One becomes sated with platitudes no less than honey, so that one often breaks another's bones in one's vexation.
Shimrod gave the boy a copper penny. 'Bring me now a goblet of good tawny wine.'By a sleight of magic Shimrod augmented the acuity of his hearing, so that the whispers of two young lovers in a far cor...
You are young; you have hopes. One by one they will go, and nothing will be left but the bare fact of life.
Where was his knife, upon which he relied? He had cut cheese for their noonday meal, and had packed the knife away with the cheese.Aillas said: 'Sir, before we continue with this matter, may I offer y...
There had been an attempt to humiliate him. It had not succeeded. He had paid, but pain, like pleasure, has no duration. Pride was an entity more persistent.
I would offer congratulations were it not for this tentacle gripping my leg.
An enemy, perhaps. Ah, so simple. Liane will kill you ten men. Two steps forward, thrust — thus! He lunged. And souls go thrilling up like bubbles in a beaker of mead.
Until work has reached its previous stage nympharium privileges are denied to all.
But Roy Rockwood, it was science fiction for the sake of science fiction.
I will be glad to go. There is no poetry here. It is as I have always set forth: joy comes of its own free will; it cannot be belabored.
Alastor Cluster is thousands of years old; men by the trillions fill the galaxy. Great mentors here, there, everywhere, across the whole pageant of existence have propounded problems and solved them....
Twango's hospitality, though largely symbolic, does him credit.
I don't read other science fiction. I don't read any at all.
I do read books. I suppose it's more or less the same thing, but at least I'm alone and I'm an individual. I can stop anytime I want, which I frequently do.
When the ships had lifted, they returned across the river to the silence of death. Then his grandfather told him, Many fine things your father had planned for you: learning and useful work and a life...