While it was a truism throughout most of known space that the shortest distance between two points was a straight line, it was equally true as far as the Corps was concerned that the shortest distance...
What about some kind of an ancient curse?''Ancient Curse Kills Two. He could see the headlines now. ''Don't be an asshole.''The reporter snatched the microphone to safety just in time and, smiling ple...
Old soldier’s trick, sir. Sleep when you can. You’re not sleeping, Staff. Staff sergeants never sleep, sir. Ever vigilant? You’ve been reading the brochure.
Not everyone can be equal in wealth, but no one should have to starve.
Little girls reacted to weakness like wolves – which was not particularly fair to wolves, who were, on the whole, noble creatures.
Lieutenant Commander Sibley added a few final flourishes as he brought the Jade up to cruising speed. If you have to hurl, Staff Sargent, bite the black tab at the base of your faceplate. It'll open a...
I’m repairing alien tech with a sleeve, Gunny. Torin glanced down at her cuff. So, ten? Fifteen? Fifteen.
It is a great blow to the ego, Sssergeant, to dissscover that you are, after all, not unique. He looked up, his tongue flickering. I am, however, mossstly recovered.
I'm sorry.About what?He shrugged, made uncomfortable by the question.I'm not sure. It's a Canadian thing.
Does the military even have a position between going all out and casualty? Dr. Sloan wondered-her thoughts apparently having been following the same paths.Yes, ma'am. We in the Corps refer to that pos...
Civilians had a tendency to fetishize military dead without ever considering how and why they died.
Bards were terrible at keeping secrets. They insisted on putting them to music.
You are here. Torin would have bet her pension that the graffiti scrawled next to it in a script she didn’t recognize said, And your luggage is in Antares, or a variation thereof.
She says the design’s damned near idiot proof. The stern rose and fell. Did something just go poink? Torin asked. Because, generally, that’s not a good sound.
Isn't that just like a man. 450-fucking-years-old and he's still thinking with his balls!
If anyone asked, they were home schooling Jack, which had the added benefit of being the truth, even if lessons tended toward it’s a bus, you can’t fight it rather than algebra.
I will shove my fist so far down your fucking throat that you'll be shitting my fingernails for a week.
Because you told me once that the difference between a columnist and a reporter is that the columnist has the luxury to not only ask why but to try and answer it.
You expecting a collapse, Gunny? The technical sergeant is repairing alien technology with a piece of torn uniform—I’m expected the Goddamned tunnel to blow up. Ressk’s helping. Mike’s voice sounded m...
Which means, he continued, removing his arm and turning to the CSO, you won’t freeze or asphyxiate before they blow you up.
