Promises are priceless, and a kiss is a kind of promise, too.
Nothing is harder on the nerves than hope.
Long legs and longer arms, each tipped with a row of black talons. Sinewy. Wiry. And above all, humanoid, its skin in the sunlight as translucent as a baby mouse’s—mapped with a network of blue veins...
We're more alike than you realize.
This was my world: cold, tangled and distorted. -Keira
We share need, not-human. Yours is straightforward. … Mine is less so, but you will serve it. Come.
And suddenly it knew what it had to do.It de-coupled its engine fields from the energy grid and plunged those vortices of pure energy deep into the fabric of its own mind, tearing its intellect apart...
A kind of childlike purity to her repose that made the thought of kissing her seem vile.
The Chairman glared across three hundred and eighty thousand kilometers of space at Conrad Taylor, who reluctantly subsided, like a volcano biding its time.
Only in summer-phase is it carnivorous. If there was an award for understatement, I thought, the Tyr would trounce all competition.
Sci-fi doesn't show me much about alien's nature but shows a lot about North American nature.
Slowly, Jimmy held up his outstretched hands. Men had been arguing for two hundred years about this gesture; would every creature, everywhere in the universe, interpret this as "See--no weapons"? But...
The Imagination of the Mind is the Treasury that although liable to theft, never ceases to grow.
The Tyr had tried. It had really tried. It must have gone over every element of human psychology, tried desperately to understand the nature of human aesthetic sense … and then failed, miserably, in e...
Investigate the faeries. Great. That was absolutely guaranteed to get complicated before I got any useful answers. If there was one thing faeries hated doing, it was giving you a straight answer, abou...
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I wil...
My identity is without root.
Science is no longer fiction,but Reality may become one.
Goodnight baby, sleep in peace. After you kill that bitch!Goodnight mom!
Feeling extremely foolish, the acting representative of Homo sapiens watched his First Contact stride away across the Raman plain, totally indifferent to his presence.