Quotes from Elizabeth Bear

Life is tenacious. Even on the brink of death, it holds the battlements and snarls.

Bad enough to be here, doing this. Worse to have to stop and think about it.

Spring-loaded, ceramic bolts shot home, the impact shivering through the walls of the world.

Her headlong rush telegraphed all her youth and incaution.

His shrug rearranged bony shoulders like a ridgeline shifting; the light of the lamp glinted amber in the depths of his eyes.

His laugh smelled of juniper and loam, and Kit's confused expression showed; it made the little elf laugh the harder.

Mingan's cold little smile continued, twisting on his lips.

She was not prepared for Mallory to pull away before Rien thought the kiss was half finished, quickly nipping at Rien's lower lip and then pressing a finger against it. And then it was dark eyes, brown and transparent as coffee, with green and amber flecks swimming under the surface of Mallory's breath across her mouth.

What about thy Prince? Or the Fae Queen who come to muse thee in thine illness?" "My Prince?" Will smiled at Tom. "Kit's Prince, you mean. You know, I rather suspect he's watching us now: I would be, were I in his place.

You know what you've lost, sometimes, and there's no point in talking about it. You turn around and look at the ruins, and then you either sink down by the roadside and cry or you pick up your pack and lump on.

My new friend paced alongside on six slender legs, the two deadly looking raptorial manipulators folded against its forethorax, the more delicate ones waving gently in the air.

Briefly, she thought of murder. Her hands itched for the wash of blood. But this was the blood she wanted.

He had absolutely no objection to using his partner's brooding charisma as a weapon.

Come on, puss. We'll need a canopy to keep the brazier dry. Come and help me set it up. Pity it's my lord and master who will have the shaping of thy power tonight: I would have liked it for myself, thou knowest.

That's the lieutenant governor of New York, isn't it?" "It's a day job. To us she's the archmage.

Will is for England," he said with a tired shrug. "And I am for Will.

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Oh, Kit. Were you ever priveleged to love where love was not given first elsewhere? Even once?

She had to turn away from his eyes before she found her voice. He put a lump in her throat too big to talk around.

Oh, Ellie. You are still so slick. Patty lost as much as the rest of us. More. Here we are, and love each other, and links forged in shared fire. And Patty's got herself and the voices in her head.

If Michelangelo was too proud to lean, Vincent wasn't.

Even races as belligerent as my own had come around eventually.

Some things he had never managed to become jaded to, and the tenuous beauty of the world was one of those.

His breath streamed the air between them; he was grateful for the drama of the effect.