Quotes from Elizabeth Bear

Even when the world ends, you still have to get up and plow the next morning.

All of Mingan's longings and his sorrows were there under Strifbjorn's heart, only waiting to be taken out and examined in the light.

Delicious. Delicious irony, that they should come back together at the end of the world. Again. And that the wolf should know all, and the boy knew nothing. As he means…nothing.

We feed on it, and it feeds on death." "Everything feeds on death," Mallory answered. "Especially me.

Doctors are an enormous pain in the ass. Trust me. I know. I am one.

Sparks of sensation follow Michelangelo's hands as they cupped Vincent's skull and stroked his nape.

Somehow she managed to enter the corridor, third in line, but dripping all the dignity she could master, and perversely glad she'd smoothed her hair.

In the few days Seeker had been away, Hope had grown from abused girl to aristocratic young woman. It was in every line as she tilted her head to the side, listening to laughter floating down the sweeping stairwell-in the calluses on her fingertips and the smile at the edge of her eyes.

Strifbjorn did understand, when he could sense the past uncomfortable tightness of jealousy in his throat.

She wore two thick mismatched sweaters over Her red-brown scholar's robes, the gray and toupe cuffs rolled up around Her bony wrists. She'd let Her hood fall onto Her shoulders, revealing Her cropped gray hair, and the pinched marks of Her spectacles remained on the bridge of Her nose.

The wolf stalks him anyway, this accidental discovery, this pale-eyed, scar-faced child who was not a child, two thousand years gone by when the wolf loved him.

Detective Crown Investigator Abigail Irene Garrett had no one to turn to for comfort on a dismal night in April. When the chill slipped like an unwelcome guest between sheet and featherbed and her faded blue eyes came open, Garrett's hand crept automatically to the pistol under her pillow. Her half-awakened intellect checked her wards and guards. Intact. Despite the muffled impact of her heart against her ribcage, she was as alone as she should have been.

Two years of finishing school not entirely wasted. I can manage an imperious exit.

He delighted in Sebastien's jealousy and anger, and always had.

Oh, human memory is shorter than I thought.

I'd changed my gown for trousers and a chain haulberk, and I had a silver sword I hadn't the faintest idea how to use strapped to the saddle that Whiskey had grudgingly accepted.

I remembered what it felt like to have your heart peeled out of your body and handed to you by somebody you'd loved and allowed yourself to be vulnerable to.

It was incredibly glorious, and the ship I was on was the most amazing archaeological and engineering discovery of my lifetime, and all I could feel was melancholy.

He loved her, and she didn't love him, but that didn't mean they had to be assholes about it.

In the answer to one of these ancient philosophical questions, it turns out that nobody's idea of green is the same as anybody else's idea of green, at least on a species-level-but at least the physics for comparing them all is pretty straightforward.

It's an addiction. An obsession. It is not safe.

Rilriltok had apparently not expected to report to work and discover an enormous natural enemy next to its desk.

He knew Michelangelo wanted him, as he had always known. As Michelangelo had always permitted him to know.

Sebastien wondered if David knew he hadn't touched another of his kind since they parted company, more than a century ago.