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He pretended he'd been deep in thought, and took a few seconds to answer me.

The thought of facing Owen Winter's satyr smile by candlelight was chilling.

He had never been keen on providing sustenance, only taking it.

Perhaps she and Bayard had an affinity in the forbidden nature of the love they both felt for Valraven.

She irked me, her behaviour and everything. No respect, no understanding. But we had to play along. What the Lord wanted, we had to want as well.

Despite its concessions to modernity, the land still retained the grandeur of the past and a lot of its magic.

My dalliance with these waifs might be short, Othman thought, but not without refreshment.

The messiness of the past quarter hour distressed him. He disliked overt violence.

No matter how often I had tried to change the image in my head, whenever I thought of my guardian pursuers, I masked them with the faces of the Metatronims I had seen in Sacramante.

You are a very vain woman, Rayojini! Why do you think I spend my entire time thinking up conundrums to perplex you? I have better things to think about

In my heart, I'd worried that the presence of the Metatronim would follow me back to Taparak and haunt my dreams forever. It did not happen that way, exactly.

In a way, he wanted to run, so that no-one would know that Owen was waiting there for him. Another, braver part of him welcomed the moment of surprise when this fact became obvious.

Listen, then, for I am a soulscapter and have the gift of the story tongue.

Wraeththu have been with me for the greater part of my life. My first rather ham-fisted (and half-finished) stories about them began in my mid-teens. It wasn't until I was twenty-six that I began work properly on the full-length novel that became The Enchantments of Flesh and Spirit, first volume of the Wraeththu trilogy, which was published in 1987. This was followed by The Bewitchments of Love and Hate and the Fulfilments of Fate and Desire.

But Laplace's particles in motion allow only happenings. There are no meanings, no values, no doings.

A central failure of the "mind as a computational system" theory is that computations, per se, are devoid of meaning.

If a cow walked into this room, I'd probably walk out. I could milk it, but my dad never forced me to do a lot of chores like that, mostly because he loved doing it himself.

Beyond earth, however, is heaven. Beyond time is eternity. Beyond change is the changeless promise of God. Thus

There's no such thing as an evil race, just evil circumstances that make people do evil things.

When I first became a policeman, I was often struck by the absurdity of most of the crime I encountered. Gradually what used to seem absurd began to seem quite normal.

COMMISSAR ILLYA RUTKIN TUCKED his briefcase under his arm, adjusted his goatskin gloves, pulled down his fur hat to cover his ears and tightened the scarf over his mouth before opening the door of the wooden house and stepping out into the Siberian morning.

I say this with the utmost respect, especially given your heroism last year …' She took hold of his hand and gave it a squeeze, gazing deep into his eyes. 'You're an idiot and no one cares what you think.

genteel swearing as she pulled out her mobile phone,

What, other forces down south?' Sometimes, with Wee Bernie, it was difficult to tell if he was being obtuse, or genuinely thick.