Quotes from Elizabeth Bear

Don Sebastien was beside her as silently as a cat in his patent-leather boots, dabs of mud marring their mirror shine.

Space was right there, inches beyond my fingertips.

There are times when you just can't stand to be loved.

Another small victory. Pile enough of them together and they became like bricks in the wall.

Is this Morgan's game, or the Merlin's test?

At least somebody's sense of humor was intact.

He steps forward, tossing his forelock about the root of his horn, and his beauty does not strangle me.

Humans were interesting to Nova, and perhaps the most interesting things about them was their contradictions-so fragile and so tenuous.

What kind of a sociopath wore a projectile weapon in a pressure vessel? Well, a pirate who would think nothing of murdering a whole crew of people, even if those people were monsters. Silly question. Moving on now.

We've hauled a whole lot of weirdness back to civilization, and I'd really like some insight into how two ships and two crews were mysteriously disabled, and what exactly this walker is for.

I hate hanging our hopes on a man, even if he is both gentle and his mother's son. But he came.

A cold breeze coiled around his ankles with a physical weight, heavy with moisture from the wet paving stones.

Three explosions in three days, and not even one of them had been Closs's idea.

Garrett didn't miss the jeweled-serpent glitter in the man's eyes.

Thy William went willing, Kit. Even though thou didst retrieve him-mad poets, the both of you-the debt is paid for seven times seven years.

White horses are a symbol of death, as well you know. And is half your fault, I suspect.

How odd it is that a small, frail, temporary person like yourself should make me feel so clearly seen.

He squeezed Kit's elbow and felt Kit lean against him-not so much relaxing as seeking comfort and perhaps warmth, despite the way he almost flinched away from Will's steadying touch.

Somebody was touching me. Farweather. I wanted to recoil, but instead my body twitched feebly and lay still. She had pillowed my head on something uncomfortable, bony, and soft. Her thigh. She petted my hair.

The idea made me sad. But it also felt like closure. And I badly needed some of that.

Exalt humans were more robust than Mean ones, but they were still human.

He looks nothing like he did. But he is still ruined and still beautiful.

When you live with people for months on end, the relationships come to mean a lot to you. Moving from one such berth to another is not dissimilar from getting a divorce from one family and moving immediately in with the next.

Familiar ice stiffened Garrett's spine, and she let it freeze her professional smile on her face.