Quotes from James Swallow

Human sacrifices?' said Laimner. 'On a civilised world like this? This is the thirty-first millennium, not primitive prehistory!

Part of the forced bargain anyone with human augmentations had to make, synthetic anti-rejection drugs like neuropozyne were a necessary evil. Anyone

It's all right," she said, a sad smile forming on her lips. "I have everything I need.

Emperor or Warmaster, he didn't give a damn whose name he had to salute. He had no respect for any of them.

You make it sound like the end of the world," said Pritchard. "Not yet," Jensen told him, as he walked away, "but you can see it from here.

There must come a moment when the soul knows: this far, and no further. But we are cursed never to hear that warning until it is too late.' – attributed to the remembrancer Ignace Karkasy [M31]

Some might say that the most potent torment a man could experience would be to see into the beating, bloody heart of his darkest inner soul, to look upon it with perfect and unfiltered clarity. To know the rage, the hate and evil that he was capable of.

He was dying when I discovered him, you understand? But even in those moments I realised what kind of being I had found. A kindred spirit. Something nigh-immortal, with an intellect I could actually spar with.' He sighed. 'So few can match me. Can you blame me for wanting someone to talk to? A confidante to keep me sane?

was something different about his genetic structure. His ex-lover Megan Reed had once told him he was a 'super-compatible', a rare human anomaly who could accept augs without the yoke of the anti-rejection drug to keep him whole. Jensen was still undecided if that was a gift or a curse, and he couldn't stop himself from wondering if this unique quality was some loose thread left behind by other unanswered questions from his past. Questions

So,' Lucy said to the air, 'not lucky, then.' Through the PSG-1's scope, she could see the Brit standing stock still, and a sliver of the assault team operator holding him up. It was impossible to get a good look at the gunman. From her angle across the park, a cluster of vents prevented the sniper from seeing all of him

In his hand, Marc still had the Glock semi-automatic. Both of them knew what should happen next. The right choice, the expedient choice, was to put a bullet in this man's head and keep running. Marc kept running

get us some little jeeps. Maybe like those moon-buggies they used to have on The Banana Splits.

fragments. There

I know you think you know this guy, but I'm telling you now. Don't mess with him. If you're anything other than straight with Jensen, this isn't going to work.

I'll do it. I'll work with the Juggernaut Collective.

Each one was naked, and bloated around the torso and belly with gaseous buboes and grotesque sores that wept thick pus. Heads were shrunken balls of flaking skin over rictus-grinning skulls. All of them had trains of buzzing insects following behind them, tiny bottle-green flies that dived in and out of the invaders' open wounds.

so, then Lucius DeBeers was vainer than DuClare had given him credit for. "More errors of judgment like this will not be tolerated," he concluded. "From anyone. You realize that?

Lightning does not come from underground

The fighter's winged-scarab fuselage described a tight Immelmann that brought it squarely into the last target's rear aspect.