Quotes from Elizabeth Bear

The world had moved on without them. She would not play the game of memory.

For now, Rien could distract herself with the texture of an alien night and the cold trees, ice and snow and the stars smeared behind a frosty sky.

He tossed his head to flick his dripping hair from his eyes, and then wished he hadn't, because Baines climbed up the three swaybacked steps to the dais and smoothed the muddy locks back with thick gentle fingers. Kit flinched from the touch as if it burned him, and in his heart he heard an angel whimper.

The light through beech limbs dappled her long indigo-black torso, leafy transluscence, creating a diffuse green glow broken by dancing radiant rays.

Two can play at Salisbury's game.

It felt-it felt like the Ativahikas had, when they spoke to me. As if something were inside me, vast and ancient and yet somehow still a part of me, or containing me, speaking from the halls of my own being. Speaking in a language deeper than any I had ever had to learn.

He was about the color, shape, and size of an ostrich-feather duster and suited Garrett much better than either of them suited the décor of her townhouse.

See to your Romish conspirators. You may find them more challenging to catch than anticipated." "And your royal selves?" She smiled, sunlight through the first pale leaves of spring. "We shall see to Richard Baines.

The moon continued to darken, even as the eastern sky grew pale. A third of the disc had vanished into shadow and Will caught his breath at the beauty of it, and the danger.

She flitted from shadow to shadow, but he finally caught sight of her silhouetted against the lights in the eye-shattering cacophany of Times Square.

Candle-flicker. Come into the darkness and be no more alone." His smile grew tender. "Thou art an avenger, sister. Thy Light has abandoned thee. Avenge thyself.

Twill soon be over, and then we can all get good and thoroughly drunk.

Oh, sweeting. Thou scorned not my money before. Whyso now?

Everyone else had forgotten, or was forbidden from remembering, which came to the same thing. Dust had never been human, but he remembered.

I woke early, ship's time, alone in my bunk and wearing the kind of bad attitude that takes you hate living in your own skin.

I'm a Conservative, Connie." "That's okay," she answered. "You can switch.

I took an oath. If it is not inviolable, then I am useless. If I am not inviolate, the magic is not inviolate.

Persistent tatters glowed orange and blue against a backdrop of stars, a vast, doomed displayed of color and light.

Funny how Tristen's voice-nasal, a bit rough still though regaining its strength-had the power to comfort her.

The bindings were calculated to do him very little harm, no matter how struggled.

The Wolf wore leather gloves, and still the heat of his body soaked through, so hot Cathoair thought he would surely have burns wherever the wolf touched him.

It is better to evolve than die.

They came down together, the old wolf in his kilt and dinner jacket leaning on the young one in his cedar-smelling tuxedo.

A plan was forming in her mind. She didn't look at the idea too closely, lest she startle it away.