In a hole, in a hole. Skodi piped, . . . in the ground, in a hole, where the wet-nosed mole sings a song of cold stone, and of mud and gray bone, a quiet, small song all the chill, dark night long as...
How can you care for a rough man like me?' he asked me. 'How can you love a man who can bring you no lands but the farm a soldier's pension can buy? Who can give your children no title of nobility?' B...
He was not great; he was, in fact, very small. At the same moment, though, he was important, just as any point of light in a dark sky might be the star that led a mariner to safety, or the star watche...
He shouldn't have had to die.Nobody should have to die, Miriamele said slowly. Especially while they're still alive.
God’s Blood, have we truly become old? he wondered. I do not feel old. I feel the same, but . . . weathered. Like a ship that has plowed the same waves for many years. The rigging is slack, the sails...
And Jinnears—engineers! Who works with machines? Engineers and . . . and techs. Jinnears and Ticks. Renie let out a hysterical giggle. But that means I’m a Jinnear, too—I have a degree and everything....
All people know the Greater Hunger...It is the hunger for warmth, for family, for connection to the stars and the earth and other living things...For love? Renie asked.Yes, I suppose that could be tru...
A part of me, of course, was reminding myself over and over and over again that I should never have tried to lie to the higher angels of the Ephorate. Hubris, the Greeks called that. A dumbshit move,...
You took your shot. It didn’t work out. Now you get to do laundry. That’s what life is shaped like.
What does that mean, 'real'? Amn't I real, you? If you cut me, do I not bleed? If you piss me off, will I not kick you up the arse?
Thank you for your news, Princess. It is none of it happy, but only a fool desires cheerful ignorance and I try not to be a fool. That is my heaviest burden.
Strip off the branches and make the logs smooth, the quail said in the voice of a mischievous girl-child. Didn’t your mother and father teach you anything? Paul stared. It was not the strangest thing...
Stairs. This is Hell. Hell is stairs, was all Theo could think. I'd sell my soul for a goddamn elevator. But I don't have a soul, do I? I'm some kind of fairy.Okay, settle for an escalator, then.
Men do not manage well with too much peace. Someone will find a quarrel.
Love. Tired old jokes aside, a real, powerful love does have one thing in common with Hell itself: it burns everything else out of you.
I try to choose the happier way of saying things, so that my own words will not weigh me down like stones.
I don’t get it, Clarence whispered to me. We’re the only ones in the place. When are your friends supposed to get here?Why, bab? asked the cream pitcher, its top opening and closing like a tiny silver...
He turned up the car radio and punched buttons until he found something loud and thumpingly exultant, some piece of jolly stupidity from AC/DC.
Even the most unpleasant inhabitants of the Edwin Meese Gardens housing project had never tried to shove a basilisk into Ramsey’s codpiece.
Cuando te cae en la cabeza, entonces te das cuenta de que es una piedra.Binabik