Quotes About Elizabeth Bear

I nudged Whiskey down the far side of the rise, and came among them like Death on my pale horse.

She wanted behind me, rattling her chain impatiently like a ghost of old guilt issues.

It turns and that caffeine is a highly addictive substance with really unpleasant physical withdrawal symptoms, if you're not bumping your brain chemistry to compensate, and that one of those withdrawal symptoms is an evil splitting headache. Which Farweather told me all about, in excruciating detail, except when she was sleeping, or just curled up suffering on the floor.

That wave, that wall, was still coming. It ached in my sinuses like dropping pressure. The pain was blinding.

You can turn off sex, and you can turn off romantic love-but it's really hard to turn off all the human emotional responses to a powerful individual without also turning off your humanity.

Her light gold complexion was dusted in cobwebs of silver.

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling like agates, the first flash of a real personality she'd seen.

I realized I was mirroring her, and intentionally broke the pattern by setting the mug down.

I turned back so he would see me smile through the shadows, and Whiskey bore me into the trees before I so much as shifted my weight.

Her fingertips brushed the cool nanomesh of Perceval's parasite wing, and she jerked it back with a gasp, sucking her fingertips as if she'd burned them.

Jane cupped her coffee in both hands and blew across the steam so it curled from her lips like a musing dragon's breath.

My name is Zanya Farweather, and I'm a representative of the Autonomous Collective Republic of Freeports." "You're a pirate." "If you're a fascist, sure.

Will pitched his voice low, a servant's deference, and hoped Salisbury's expansive mode continued, although he dreaded to learn the source of it.

Her chains rattled. Man, if I turned off my ethics I'd probably murder her just to not have to hear the rattling for a while.

It was the most stunning protest I could think of, dying to oppose the Synarche, doing a little damage along the way.

Maybe she was winning the argument-a prospect that both scared and excited me.

By the way, should you have the opportunity to be kidnapped by radicals, you'd rather fall in with the Right Hand Path than with Maenads, if you get the choice.

I'faith, Kit, is there any man in Elizabeth's court you haven't let bugger you?" "There's a few I've buggered instead." Kit waited for the chuckle. Will did not fail him.

The bruises under her eyes are dark enough for Min-xue to dip his brush in and write poetry.

Sneaky manipulative bundle of code.

I had a moment's respect for this wily silce of code.

The shadow towered, from the snake to a shape with tufted ears laid flat, a lynx.

I am many things: not a single one of them makes me qualified to troubleshoot or debug or antivirus an AI.

She let Carel guide her to a chair, the warm smell of vanilla following the swing of Carel's braids.