Quotes from Elizabeth Bear

I let the darkness and the cold within show in my eyes.

They met where their edges brushed in one of the voids in the world's great Tinkertoy structure.

You blank your mind and let the words come out, crisp and even. You don't think about what they mean, and you sure as hell don't about what you're saying.

Such a wave of distaste that I could feel it through the senso, despite our incompatible neurologies.

The candle on the nightstand ascended into the air and was joined and circled by others that materialized out of the darkness. A vast, lumpy darkness, clawing with enormous hands like annealed black clots of wax, a ring of candles blazing on the gnarled stump that might have been its hands.

What the Faeries touch cannot be trusted, and they tell naught but lies wrapped in the skin of truth. Wolves in wool coats.

It's funny, ain't it, that nobody holds giving men the illusion they want about themselves against wives, though they hold it against the sisters. And nobody holds it against the illusionists, though they do against spiritualists. I'm not quite sure how to explain what I'm driving at, except it seems to me that these things is all linked.

Silent understanding: all he could give her now.

Sometimes people said an obvious thing, and what they meant by it wasn't obvious at all.

Five hundred years of conspiracy had left the Prometheus Club unworried about funding.

The Elf-knight stayed close to the unflished stone wall, as far from the massive iron cover of the oubliette as practical. He was dry-washing his hands as if they ached, until he noticed Will looking. Then he folded his arms one over the other and waited in a stance as falsely relaxed as parade rest.

Patty's mouth comes open and her lips shape names as if it would hurt her to say it out loud.

One cannot serve angels, Angel. One must own them.

Danilaw Bakare was on a nightclub stage when the world ended.

He seemed far too small to be the source of the air of wicked malice that surrounded him, but Dust knew better.

When Rien brought Perceval into Dust's embrace, she was cold.

He clung to flying twigs and underbrush to steady his uncertain descent, his bruised hip aching when he slipped.

Her lips curved off a smile more wolf than fox.

You have power, lady, and that power is of interest to my Queen. As it is to the one who holds my esteemed counterpart's leash.

Baines's smirk gave the words layers Kit did not care to think about.

Wainwright looks like she knows what she's doing is wrong, and it'll never be right inside her head again.

Katya turned from under her lapful of flowers and turned so she could lean forward mockingly to kiss the ring her mother wore on the hand not currently occupied by the sack of chickens.

The blood in Matthew's mouth was sweet as his brother's eyes flickered, cleared, focused on his own.

Every eye in the room saw Cliodhna's white, white fingers, sharp nails crimson as wet berries, catch my sleeve, saw me turn around and duck my head to speak into her ear.