Quotes About Elizabeth Bear

I found myself looking at her profile: straight, proud nose and an arch expression. Her lips curved.

He's not Richard Feynman-just an artificial persona, a program meant to mimic the original.

The cold wind tugged Kit's hair, a sensation like the caress of Lucifer's feathers.

The Republican pirate was charismatic in a way that reached right past all the rightminding safe-guards on my emotions and hormones and made me want to know her better and bond and be best friends with her forever.

The tilt of the Technomancer's head was an old woman's mockery of a young woman's simpering. It charmed him.

Or perhaps all that white served to mark him as a virgin sacrifice, which was a thought worth a slightly hysterical giggle.

My sin is love in that I love my sin too well to wish to repent of it.

The builders must never have imagined that the world might find itself not only fragmented, but wishing to lie between modules.

I couldn't tell if the vertigo was fear, or some strange side effect of glitterweb crawling up my arm.

Mehiel, Kit reminded, my Power may be chained and my magic shorn from me, but I am a bard, a poet, and a warlock too. And there's a warlock too. And there's a half-completed Bible in Tom Walsingham's study that says that my God has as much claim on the world as the God of Richard Baines and…Lucifer.

May the enemies you make be interesting ones." "My father used to say that." "Your father"-the smile made itself patent-"was an interesting enemy." "Yes." Tristen rubbed his fingertips in circles against the heels of his hands, making how armour rasp. "I recall.

Dust was an Angel. He was by nature a servant, even if his service often meant something more like mastery.