Ringil, preparing to hand out some straightforward reassurance, felt mischief sparkle through him instead. It was the call of impending risk, he knew, the itch to action—and a long building irritation...
Look, she told me one day in a Millsport coffeehouse. Shopping—actual, physical shopping—could have been phased out centuries ago if they’d wanted it that way. They who? People. Society. She waved a h...
Lies are a precious currency—you have to be careful how and where you spend them.
Kovacs, I hate these goddamn freaks. They’ve been grinding us down for the best part of two and a half thousand years. They’ve been responsible for more misery than any other organisation in history....
I’ve talked to the lawyers.’ ‘Did you disinfect afterwards?
It was the blue-tinged taste of a regret so deep you could never plumb its depths. It was the victory at Rajal that never came, it was his brother walking away down the long dark wood corridor, it was...
I lay still for a while, picking up the scattered garments of my mind and trying to assemble some kind of reasonable outfit from them.
Fact remains—launch determines orbit, and Torres got a launch in life that put him low and in decay from the start. You just give it time and watch the sky.
I have so little patience with the whole Y.A. book thing. As far as I'm concerned, you either read books for children or you read books for adults.
You thought perhaps you would drink it away, the plague? Was that the plan?I thought perhaps I'd try to die drunk.Such ambition. And this from a dragon-slayer.
Well, fuck them.Make it personal.
The past is relevant only as data.
Take up citizenship and the conversion it entailed, send a couple of your sons to the levy when they were of age, pay taxes calculated not to drive you and your family into penury or the mountains and...
She and Torres have history all over the place. Stuck together in the data like tissues on a lap dance cabin floor.
Served up through the id-feeding Technicolor TV drip that passed for national news coverage, he was just new dosage in a regime already 150 years screen-ingrained.
Screams powering down to sobbing. The sickly stench of charred flesh made it across in ribbons to where I lay. It was like a homecoming.
Running away just makes your arse a bigger target.
Rage at injustice is a forest fire — it jumps all divides,even those between generations.
Nyman’s lips tightened to almost anal proportions.
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