Quotes About Elizabeth Bear

A shiver went through the shuttle's hide as it latched on the starship like a remora to a shark. Patty laid her hand against the glass, a similar shiver rippling her skin.

His true voice rang Kit like a bell, with a sensation of flying. Or falling.

Poets are too precious to sacrifice carelessly," he said, his long mouth downturned at the corners. "It had to be something other than Master Shakespeare himself.

Barb let the joyous, icy clarity of combat wash over her.

Perceval was fevered, and her blood-still shocked by the unblade and the amputation of her wings-was not fighting as it should.

His breath streamed the air between them; he was grateful for the drama of the effect.

Kit's voice stayed level, amused, but there was a honeyed rasp in it that Will knew for sheerest hatred.

A poet flanked them on either side-one dark, one fair and blood-smeared-and a Fool rode on a pony between.

Funny how Tristen's voice-nasal, a bit rough still though regaining its strength-had the power to comfort her.

The bindings were calculated to do him very little harm, no matter how struggled.

The Wolf wore leather gloves, and still the heat of his body soaked through, so hot Cathoair thought he would surely have burns wherever the wolf touched him.

She stands and quaffs her drink as well, and lays down the horn. She places one hand on his shoulder and one on mine. Her nails graze my neck. A shiver follows.

She wore no iron rings; the city itself pained her.

She cast a glance at Sayeh that raked Sayeh like a tiger's claws and sketched a plausible courtesy before Anuraja. It wasn't much of a courtesy.

When I leave the hall, I smell her before I see her, a scent that should be perfume. I know it is not.

A voice for a moment he mistook for his own defiant tones, the spiked irony he saved for moments of abject vulnerability.

O'Mara sparkled with humor, a disconcerting expression on such a solid lump of a human form.

A voice like brushed silk, and there would be no mistaking this one for his own, or for that of Mehiel.

I'd parasitize you, but my offspring might grow up to have your sense of humor.

It whetted its killing manipulators one over the other, which looked like a threat but might have been a shrug.

Don Sebastien was beside her as silently as a cat in his patent-leather boots, dabs of mud marring their mirror shine.

Scoffs a man with the Queen of Faerie at his book and a magician close enough to spit in his eye?

I was gambling that if she wasn't actively bleeding, her Koregan parasite could repair her the same way mine had repaired me. Otherwise, well, there wasn't much I could do for her that wouldn't result in gangrene.

Tis not as thou wert not noted for the occasional abrupt disappearance.