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...
If you pull a single thread away it is just that—a single thread. I defy any man to read a tapestry from a solitary strand.
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.
During its timeless hours of movement and inspection, as it floated on the number-winds and learned from their shape and force, it had become aware of something else, something so far from the concept...
But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.
Forgive those assembled for any damnable, prideful foolishness that might be spoken here. We are Your children.
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.
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?
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
Tunnel into Ocher Bar, the long cavern below the Counting Room.
There’s sense, he told himself. You build something and then you stay there. That’s the way it’s meant to be. Not this running here, running there, never see your blood-family or your home roofs for a...
So we face our final hours...and all that was once certain has become uncertain. Except for defeat. That, as always, is the end of all our stories.
I'm tired of being lost and I'm tired of dying, so I'm going to try something different this time.
I pray that I lose my voice before my tongue ever shames me.
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...
Barrick could only stand and watch them go, alone with the tribe of incomprehensible strangers who lived now in his blood and his thoughts.
People in science fiction flicks always seemed to know useful things about the places time travel took them. But what if the time traveler had been only an average history student? What then?
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...
There is no such thing as an accident. That's what science is all about. (...) There are only patterns we don't yet recognize.
The manchildren, the mortals, have many ideas of what happens after they die, and wrangle about who is right and who is wrong. These disagreements often come to bloodshed, as if they wished to dispatc...