Quotes from Elizabeth Bear

When the Dragon bent her neck to shift a wing long as a battlefold, an ashen sheen rippled over char-dark scales.

Oh, little boy, when did you get so wise?

The feeling of being unguarded and unable to follow a mental thread was relentless.

The corner of her mouth quirked; it wasn't humour.

Christ was a religious prophet from an even earlier era, very popular on Terra for several thousand years. He preached all the usual things the better class of prophets preach, about respecting your fellow beings and treating them as one would like oneself to be treated. He got about the reception you'd expect, and his teachings were widely misinterpreted for millennians

I try not to glow too much at the praise of Gabe. I'm somewhat attached to him.

He gestured to the raven, who seemed quite content to nestle against the curve of Will's neck.

This will never serve," he said, casting a disdainful eye over the cell. "I will not have your breath at risk." "My lord-" "Peace, Will." The Earl drew himself up to his full, slight height as if the gesture pained him. "Thou'rt here for thine own protection.

England. When she entered her self-imposed exile in the colonies, she'd never expected to see it again. Now, she wondered if she was seeing it for the last time. An unexpected gift, perhaps. Or an unlooked-for cruelty.

A snake never shares what she knows unless it serves her own purposes.

If the universe had been bent on handling an example of the exact opposite of who I was, it couldn't have found a better one.

Benedick's domaine was a heaven, bigger than Mallory's, full of stark black-limbed trees, twig-rimmed in ice. They came on a high ledge overlooking a valley of sorts, the whole thing dark with true night and frozen cold.

I didn't want to reinvent myself again. Even if hanging on to myself hurt.

They climbed down again poorer by one mythic raven, who seemed remarkably sanguine about being left behind with Sir Walter.

Murchaud's hands lightened on his hips; Murchaud's teeth closed on the nape of his neck like a stallion conquering a mare. He cried out, but Morgan's mouth muffled the sound.

Your thoughts are as squishy as the rest of you.

Say what you would about the Crown Investigator; she was a lady who could hold her liquor. She chortled at the thought: most unladylike, which made her laugh the more.

I'm not going to like you," I told her. "Your friends killed my friends. There's no payback for a debt as big as the one you owe me.

It would have been amazing, indeed, if my mother could have resisted him. If any woman could.

I couldn't think, couldn't reason. I certainly couldn't sleep reliably, or for long.

The sorceress offered him a bittersweet smile, and he knew that what she gave herself was not just peace, but a suitable sort of vengeance after all these years.

Kit wondered if they were real fey animals, or if they would disappear into dried leaves and twists of straw with the down's advent.

She stroked her chin with a thumb and a forefinger. No wonder people were staring; the effect was distracting.

We might have been two opposite halves of one thing, complementary and conflicted.