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anchored ships and over the shallow bar had been dangerous, but

the result of her having filled out a form, years ago, when she'd joined Lyke, and having clicked the "submit" button. Which, come to think of it, was a pretty strange bit of semantics

Kim smiled. "Would I give you the satisfaction of seeing that?

All birds are bastards.

He thinks that there has been some routine polite conversation along the way, but there is never any point in actually monitoring that kind of thing.

Magnus is ludicrously hyper-masculine in ways that have been bred and trained out of modern-day men and so they have to deprecate his intelligence.

The real battle was, you know, on the Internet. Social media.

He was a tiny guy, deeply embedded in a leather chair, like a mouse in a baseball mitt.

but not subjecting him to the tiresome demands of polite social interaction.

the Sword fled, and would have vanished utterly if the Pope had not granted them refuge in the ranks of the Teutonic Knights.

black chariot of pepperoni fire.

they didn't even try to arrest her in a gentlemanly way.

Classics-based sci-fi is nothing new. To name the most recent of many examples, the novelist Dan Simmons published "Ilium" and "Olympos," science-fictional takes on Homer. When

ENOCH ROUNDS THE CORNER JUST as the executioner raises the noose above the woman's head.

The rest is drowned out by sound breaking in through his earphones, coming in from Reality:

He nodded. "When the shutter opened to capture that first perfect image of the eclipse, magic ceased to function across all human societies.

Your broker is a half-naked blue-and-orange crypto-anarchist?

he was a horse-fancier, and so this part of the anecdote was never related without many details concerning this horse's ancestry, which was more distinguished than that of most human beings)

Well, thank you for making it so clear why I should be miserable," Randy says forbearingly.

could jab my thumb with it and draw blood. The brown smear across the top of this page can be tested in any twenty-first-century DNA lab. Compare

He is flitting and hopping about in the lobby like a sparrow whose nest had just been blown down in a windstorm.

It is only a certain type of mind that scorns what is known by all and treats secrets as jewels.

Classified," he said. "Never heard of him. Perhaps a Cornish name, is it? Protestant or Catholic?" "'Tisn't a name," he said. "It means I cannot tell you. I am under orders not to tell you.

added. Apparently a mere two-cab caravan was not enough to trigger Ariane's anxieties, and so the one carrying