One, if I’m behind the wheel we go by Winchester rules: driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.
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...
It’s always Mardi Gras somewhere.
Fitzroy, what is this shit? Henry, please, not Fitzroy.
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...
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.
Bards were terrible at keeping secrets. They insisted on putting them to music.
All things are within the Circle. That is the very Center of what we believe. If all things are not enclosed, then there is no Circle.
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...
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.
Which means, he continued, removing his arm and turning to the CSO, you won’t freeze or asphyxiate before they blow you up.
What are you on, Samuel?This was easier, he glanced down. Laminate.
Well? Shylin fell into step beside him as Sibley came out into the passage. How long? Would you believe eight inches? No. As big as a baby’s arm? Sib. Chief says it’ll be done when it’s done.
Torin had never been a great believer in luck, preferring to trust in training, preparation, and strong artillery support, but it was impossible to deny the good fortune that had caused them to crash...
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.
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.
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.