Piglets and pawprints! cried Eatbugs, then paused and looked quickly around. He leaned toward his companions. Let's be off! he added, his voice a conspiratorial whisper.
Of all the songs we Zida'ya sing, she (Aditu) murmured, the closest to our hearts are those which tell of things lost.Perhaps that is because none of us can show something's value until it is gone, sa...
Los soldados llevan muchas cargas, muchacho, y a veces mantenerse vivo e la más pesada d´ todas
I hope not, but hope makes a flimsy armor,
I haven't met that many women, human or angelic, who actually like to drive. In my experience they seem to be much more pragmatic about the whole thing than we are. For most males, driving is an exten...
Do not make it my complaint, Simon. Her voice was firm but her look contained love and a little amusement as well as irritation.
Forgive those assembled for any damnable, prideful foolishness that might be spoken here. We are Your children.
You see, that is the secret of history, little Briony—who tells the last story.
Perhaps a heart was indeed like a piece of dry birchwood, and could only take fire and burn brightly once—that any fire that came after would be only an ember, smaller and cooler.
Make Philosophy your evening guest, but do not let her stay the night.
Just get up. What's your name, kid? G-manI don't mean your codename down at the Dickhead Club. What does it say on your driver's license?
Jongleur’s eyelids slid up and he turned to regard them. Renie wondered if her own sim face would register a guilty flush. If you have the energy to whisper like schoolchildren, he said, then you no d...
If you spare a dog he will never bite you, but men are not so trustworthy.
If the road to Hell is paved in good intentions, a friend of mine used to say, the road to Heaven is paved with bullshit and busy work.
I'm tired of being lost and I'm tired of dying, so I'm going to try something different this time.
I asked that goddess for help, and all we got were these stupid monkeys.
He has about him still a kind of terrible beauty, as dangerously beguiling as the grandeur of a storm rushing across the sea.
Good stories will tell you that facing the lie is the worst terror of all. And there is no talisman or magic sword that is half so potent a weapon as truth
But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.
Well-armed and fierce-faced, threatening despite their small stature. Simon stared at the trolls. The trolls stared at Simon. They’ve all heard of ye, Simon, Haestan boomed; the three riders looked up...