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cdf0db5 Reputation never has very much to do with reality. I could name half a dozen paragons of virtue that are horrible, small-souled, evil people. And some of the best men I know, you'd walk out of the room if you heard their names. No one on the screen is who they are when you breathe their air. Chrisjen Avasarala reputation-quotes the-expanse science-fiction James S.A. Corey
089960c She was here, and it was now; and as the emperor's instructors had so often drummed into her, the first item of business was to fit into her surroundings. And that meant not looking like an escapee from the medical ward science-fiction star-wars Timothy Zahn
0763c1a Once, I believed that space could have no power over faith, just as I believed the heavens declared the glory of God's handwork. Now I have seen that handwork, and my faith is sorely troubled. religion science-fiction sci-fi Arthur C. Clarke
25aef7d He had never trusted a woman-or anyone, for that matter-to sleep close to him, let alone in the same bed. And yet, already, he was completely relaxed with her. He couldn't imagine being without her, and now, if they survived, it was a very real possibility. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
694fb2d Then, as Father had trained him, Rigg thought past his feelings. difficulty growing-up science-fiction Orson Scott Card
43ac554 "Then the true name for religion,' Fat said, 'is death.' 'The secret name,' I agreed. 'You got it. Jesus died; Asklepios died - they killed Mani worse than they killef jesus, but nobody even cares; nobody even remembers. They killed the Catharist in southern France by the tens of thousands. In the Thirty Years War, hundreds of people died. Protestants and Catholics - manual slaughter. Death is the real name for it; not God, not the Savior, not love - death. Kevin is rights about his cat. It's all there in his dead cat. The Great Judge can't answer Kevin: "Why did my cat die?" Answer: "Damned i I knoe." There is no answer; there is only a dead animal that just wanted to cross the street. We're all animals that want to cross the street only something mows us down half-way across that we never saw. Go ask Kevin. "Your cat was stupid." "Who made the cat? Why did he make the cat stupid? Did the cat learn by being killed, and if so, what did he learn? Did Sherri learn anything from dying of cancer? did gloria learn anything-' 'Okay, enough,' Fat said. 'Kevin is right,' I said. 'Go out and get laid.' world humanity spirituality religion god life science-fiction irrationality human-nature Philip K. Dick
d21fd1c Once you realize that power will always end up with the sort of people who crave it, I think that there are worse people who could have it than Peter. science-fiction Orson Scott Card
1be380d Yesterday, here in the middle of the City, I saw a wolf turn into a Russian ex-gymnast and hand over a business card that read YOUR OWN PERSONAL TRANSHUMAN SECURITY WHORE! STERILIZED INNARDS! ACCEPTS ALL CREDIT CARDS to a large man who had trained attack cancers on his face and possessed seventy-five indentured Komodo Dragons instead of legs. And they had sex. Right in front of me. And six of the Komodo Dragons spat napalm on my new shoes. sex future dystopia cyberpunk science-fiction Warren Ellis
0dd75db Sairin bana siirinde okudugu Troya'nin dususu hikayesinde kralin kizi Cassandra olacaklari onceden goruyor ve Troyalilarin buyuk ati sehre sokmalarini onlemeye calisiyor, ama onu kimse dinlemiyordu: Uzerrindeki lanetti bu, hakikati gorecek, bunu soyleyecek, ama onu kimse duymayacakti. Erkeklerden ziyade kadinlarin uzerindeki bir lannetir bu. Erkekler hakikatin kendilerine ait olmasini, kendi kesifleri, kendi mulkleri olmasini ister. women mythology-fiction science-fiction Ursula K. Le Guin
4003bdb To be an atheist is to maintain God. His existence or his non-existence, it amounts to much the same, on the plane of proof. spirituality religion god science-fiction Ursula K. Le Guin
a683024 I think of us as a people who inoculate ourselves against a plague of insanity with a powerful anti-idiotic called science fiction. I think sf is a literature which by its very nature requires that you be at least a little sane, that you know at least a little something. You must abdicate the right to be ignorant in order to enjoy science fiction, which most people are unwilling to do; and you must learn, if not actually how to think things through, at least what the trick looks like when it's done. Frequent injections will keep a lot of madness away. sanity science-fiction Spider Robinson
12ceecf The woman was sexy, lethal and very confident. The sound of her laughter was enticing. Intriguing. It played along his nerve endings and sent an electrical current running through his bloodstream. He was on the verge of death and he'd never felt more alive. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
8dcc7b5 "Is it painful?" the groundskeeper asked. "I am asking for science." pain science science-fiction John Scalzi
e6666a2 This has serveral consequences, starting with screwing over most cryptography algorithms--translation: all your bank account are belong to us-- science-fiction Charles Stross
639506e I had aimed at Mars and was about to hit Venus; unquestionably the all-time cosmic record for poor shots. funny humor space-travel science-fiction Edgar Rice Burroughs
c8d6da8 These animals are genetically engineered to be unable to survive in the real world. They can only live here in Jurassic Park. They are not free at all. They are essentially our prisoners. science-fiction jurassic-park Michael Crichton
4b9d6cc Freeman flicked him a quick glance. It was one of those looks that seemed to burn a hole right through him. Barry shivered, not liking those eyes on him. They were intelligent, focused - almost too focused. They didn't blink, and it felt like death looking at him. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
c7d3b50 The words, sliding into his mind, were vibrant with her emotions. Dripping with sensitivity. Weeping with her reaction. Intimate beyond measure. Because she murmured forgiveness into his mind, she gave more of herself away to him. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
9352e81 The enhancements made them predators any way you looked at it. Hunters. They were good at their jobs. They looked like soldiers. Doctors. Officers. But they were much more than that and anyone in close confines with them felt the difference sooner rather than later. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
9c11b99 "You're a miracle, woman." Draden meant it." romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
71c0e51 Shylah was like Nonny. She would stand with her man, carving out a home and fighting by his side when necessary in the worst of circumstances. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
0868b25 I'm letting myself fall for you. All the way. I want that. You're definitely the kind of man I want. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
e8b2e98 I'm not rejecting you. Just the opposite. You mean something huge to me. Huge. I can't think about much of anything else but keeping you alive. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
b595b0d "When critics surrender to the prevailing orthodoxy, the author says they adopt the rhetoric of an occupied country, "one that expects no liberation from liberation." romance bias conventional-wisdom conformity perspective science-fiction paranormal Harold Bloom
d7cdf27 For one moment, their eyes locked. His were blue, but that was far too mundane to describe them. Almost a pure dark blue, a true navy. She'd seen them for a second, but it didn't matter with her enhanced vision. She would dream about those eyes for the rest of her life. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
c1284ba She hadn't expected the intamacy of his voice in her head. It had a smoothness to it that gave way now and then to gravel. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
3f00639 He held her, his arms tight around her, trying to tell her without words, that no matter what, he would be there for her romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
56fcf4f He worked well with the GhostWaljers, as a member of that team, but having Shylah as a partner was eye-opening. She seemed to anticipate every possibility as he did, and she took steps to protect him more fiercely than any person ever had. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
103d1c2 Shylah's soft laughter slid into Draden's mind. Warm like honey, filling him up when he hadn't known he was empty. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
b460425 He wanted to believe in another life where he could have his woman for more than the short time it appeared they had left, but if he didn't ever get that, he would celebrate every second with her now. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
68051d7 "Peonies are beautiful perennials. A classic, really. Every garden should have them. They're dependable, have a timeless, elegant beauty and will bloom with very little attention." He was silent for a moment while she switched branches and he followed. "Like you" romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
a362d3b The living stayed home, haunting the world of the dead like ghosts. future life science-fiction Neal Stephenson
432a33f They had tied their lives together in a way that meant she would never be alone. They belonged together, to each other, and had a bond for all the world to know. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
00e3378 I'm trying to decide if I'm having hallucinations and you're really an angel--or witch. Either one, I can't tell yet. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
baefdcd His body recognized her. Knew her. Needed her. Every cell. He'd never been so acutely focused on another human being. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
21e7346 He was such a mixture, tough as nails and lethal, but with her, unfailingly a gentleman, tender and sweet, looking out for her so carefully. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
3a30465 "Whitney may be a complete madman and an absolute fucking wreck of a human being, but he gave me you," Draden said. "I'd still put a bullet in his head, but I'd thank him first." romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
42591d1 "Inevitably, his vision verged toward the fantastic; he published a scattering of stories - most included in this volume - which appeared to conform to that genre at least to the degree that the fuller part of his vision could be seen as "mysteries." For Woolrich it all was fantastic; the clock in the tower, hand in the glove, out of control vehicle, errant gunshot which destroyed; whether destructive coincidence was masked in the "naturalistic" or the "incredible" was all pretty much the same to him. RENDEZVOUS IN BLACK, THE BRIDE WORE BLACK, NIGHTMARE are all great swollen dreams, turgid constructions of the night, obsession and grotesque outcome; to turn from these to the "fantastic" was not to turn at all. The work, as is usually the case with a major writer was perfectly formed, perfectly consistent, the vision leached into every area and pulled the book together. "Jane Brown's Body" is a suspense story. THE BRIDE WORE BLACK is science fiction. PHANTOM LADY is a gothic. RENDEZVOUS IN BLACK was a bildungsroman. It does not matter." science-fiction fantastic gothic cornell-woolrich noir noir-fiction horror suspense Barry N. Malzberg
40160ef He thinks perhaps there's a reason our memories are kept hazy and out of focus. Maybe their abstraction serves as an anesthetic, a buffer protecting us from the agony of time and all that it steals and erases. time science-fiction sci-fi memory Blake Crouch
221372d I'm not trying to push you away. I'm trying to save your life. I want you to live. You're extraordinary. The world needs you. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
308d388 She had captured his heart and he didn't ever want it back. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
9a5ffb1 You need to accept my apology and then let it go. That's the way we're going to do things when we're together. I'm going to fuck up and apologize a lot. You're going to forgive me and let it go. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
ce9cb98 She saw him, that man who kept himself isolated, so separate from the rest of the world. She saw him for who he was, and she liked him anyway. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
1b7f235 She didn't want any contact with Whitney at all. He was the boogeyman. He'd held absolute authority over her for her entire life. Defying him was difficult. It said a lot that Shylah was willing to die-that she would choose a horrific death rather than go back to him. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
08ba825 "The rest of my life isn't that long, so I don't know how big a compliment it is. One day? Two?" She rubbed her chin along his chest. "Stay humble, my man." romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
1e64009 Since no one's ever fallen in love with me, I think now's a good time. I can go out knowing someone thought I was worth that. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
56e875c It was wondrous. Almost unbelievable. Like champagne bubbles, but in her soul. She felt effervescent. And so in love. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
a815ae1 If I'm going to die a really ugly death, it's nice to like the person you're going to share that with. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
fdef413 [...]watching his white teeth flash at her and the lines in his face soften so that he almost looked boyish. That smile was reserved for her alone and it was full-blown, wide, bright and heart-stopping in its joy. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
f4ab446 Her soft laughter slid into his mind. It wasn't laughter at him, rather an invitation to join in, to laugh at the two of them in this impossible predicament they found themselves in. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
20dd246 Feeling extremely foolish, the acting representative of Homo sapiens watched his First Contact stride away across the Raman plain, totally indifferent to his presence. humor space science-fiction scifi Arthur C. Clarke
ae83d97 The Chairman glared across three hundred and eighty thousand kilometers of space at Conrad Taylor, who reluctantly subsided, like a volcano biding its time. science humor space science-fiction scifi Arthur C. Clarke
da7f139 Just like the cosmonauts and their pee plants, all we have is each other. out-of-context science-fiction Arthur C. Clarke
04962a1 We all signed up for a one-way ticket when we joined GhostWalkers. It's just my turn. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
607de80 The constrained body knows and values the freedom of the mind. reading science-fiction Ursula K. Le Guin
956b9a4 At the quantum level our universe can be seen as an indeterminate place, predictable in a statistical way only when you employ large enough numbers. Between that universe and a relatively predictable one where the passage of a single planet can be timed to a picosecond, other forces come into play. For the in-between universe where we find our daily lives, that which you believe is a dominant force. Your beliefs order the unfolding of daily events. If enough of us believe, a new thing can be made to exist. Belief structure creates a filter through which chaos is sifted into order. religion science-fiction prophecy mythology Frank Herbert
806f2c5 His entire life, he hadn't cared if he'd upset someone or made them angry. No one had mattered. He'd found a place inside himself where he was safe, where no one could get to him. But she could--she had. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
49abf16 The First Mobile, if one is sent, must be warned that unless he is very self-assured, or senile, his pride will suffer. A man wants his virility regarded, a woman wants her femininity appreciated, however indirect and subtle the indications of regard and appreciation. On Winter they will not exist. One is respected and judged only as a human being. It is an appalling experience. humanism science-fiction gender leftism Ursula K. Le Guin
087eec6 It wasn't like he could name one single thing about them that made them stand out in his mind. They just gave off a dangerous vibe. Being with them really did feel as if he were inside a tiger's cage, surrounded by the big cats. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
150dcf8 You aren't alone. You aren't one anymore. It's the two of us. Together. We do this together. That was the plan. That was your promise and I count on you. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
f38b232 "You happened to me," she told him, her voice more fatigued than embittered. "You came out of a grubby sixth-rate farm on a tenth-rate planet, and destroyed my life." - Mara Jade" science-fiction star-wars Timothy Zahn
6b1f0d3 None were left now to unname, and yet how close I felt to them when I saw one of them swim or fly or trot or crawl across my way or over my skin, or stalk me in the night, or go along beside me for a while in the day. They seemed far closer than when their names had stood between myself and them like a clear barrier: so close that my fear of them and their fear of me became one same fear. And the attraction that many of us felt, the desire to feel or rub or caress one another's scales or skin or feathers or fur, taste one another's blood or flesh, keep one another warm, that attraction was now all one with the fear, and the hunter could not be told from the hunted, nor the eater from the food. science-fiction Ursula K. Le Guin
7a2caf7 She had the faint taste of sass and sweet. Lethal and home. The combination was deadly to a man like him. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
aa79b59 He was aware that in thus relegating to irrelity a major portion of the only reality, the only existence, that he in fact did have, he was running exactly the same risk the insane mind runs: the lossof the sense of free will. He knew that in so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void. But the void was there. This life lacked realness; it was hollow; the dream, creating where there was no necessity to create, had worn thin and sleazy. If this was being, perhaps the void was better. He would accept the monsters and the necessities beyond reason. He wouldgo home, and take no drugs, but sleep, and dream what dreams might come. reality science-fiction Ursula K. Le Guin
654bca1 He took her breath away. He was solid, all muscle and she could see, even with the veil of gray rain, that his muscles rippled deliciously as he ran. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
807a42f When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water that torturers let fall ceaselessly upon one spot of their victim's body, I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods. After a while, as the days of waking became less and less bearable from their greyness and sameness, I would often drift in opiate peace through the valley and the shadowy groves, and wonder how I might seize them for my eternal dwelling-place, so that I need no more crawl back to a dull world stript of interest and new colours... for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures, and no new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace. science-fiction horror H. P. Lovecraft
d52e20b She liked that little nod of approval he'd given her as if she were his equal just because she hadn't given into the hysteria welling up. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
e4c4ab1 They compose poems to their knives. fremen science-fiction sci-fi Frank Herbert
566ce3b He liked that she gave the questions thought. That she actually saw the mysteries and worked at solving them. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
d0488f6 There was kindness in her and compassion. Two characteristics he didn't have. Or at least, not in abundance. He was the perfect killing machine. He didn't need to feel bad. Once unleashed, set on a course, he followed it until it was done. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
3b2d07f He pulled her into his arms and kissed her like she was his and had been for years. Like he was a man dying and she was his greatest love. He felt like she was. Shylah Cosmos. His only little peony. His delicate flower. Dependable. Long-lived. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
cd0e166 He'd been lucky enough to find a home with Team Four of the GhostWalkers in the Pararescue Unit. In his life, those men had been the first he'd ever given his allegiance to, and that had been hard-won. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
8b3d0ec He wanted Shylah to see past his physical appearance to 'him'. He needed her to care who he was. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
a98702d You look like an innocent angel, Shylah, but you kiss like fucking sin. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
72c6ff0 We cannot tell that we are constantly splitting into duplicate selves because our consciousness rides smoothly along only one path in the endlessly forking chains identity science wisdom wise science-fiction Martin Gardner
3169265 We clearly were on the same team. You killed over a dozen of the bastards and I wasn't about to reward you by killing you. They deserved it. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
a5863b3 He preferred smaller knives, but when you wanted to make a statement, you did it big. He wanted this man cowed and willing to talk. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
c1d5cd6 [Joe] was the sort of man who stayed cool under the most embarrassing situations and having Shylah RIP him a new one in front of an audience had to be right up there. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
1d55942 "Draden stepped back and saluted his friend and commanding officer. [...] Its been an honor to serve with you, sir. Their GhostWalker unit didnt stand on formality as a rule.[...]He felt it was important for Joe Spagnola to know how he felt about the man. Joe looked stricken, but his back was ramrod stiff. "Fight, Draden.[...]" romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
9b3ee54 Nonny has this way about her. She made me realize that there was good people in the world. She made me see that we were a family of sorts--the GhostWalkers in my unit--and that we had extended family in the other GhostWalker units. I liked that. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
0ca36c6 She'd never had a breakdown before. That had been scary, to cry without the ability to stop it. Crying on Draden should have been humiliating, but it had been comforting. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
893c4d0 The air was hot and humid. Sultry. Her body seemed to have caught some of the intensity of the storm. She felt a little wild and out of sorts. Edgy. On the verge of something big. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
814ed97 Draden. Who knew there were men like him in the world? He made it exciting to wake up in the morning. She looked forward to the day. To their shared laughter. Their conversations. The intense attraction between them. Who wouldn't fall in love with him? romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
717d02b There it was. His woman. Laying it out for him. Giving him truth and making him feel like he was the luckiest man on earth. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
7a86bad She wasn't asking his permission either. He wasn't in charge. She'd made that clear more than once. Shylah was an independent thinker, was used to working alone. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
a5c1e8e A part of him felt she would always have been a mystery to him, elusive and enigmatic, but at the same time, she was comfortable as if they had been together for years. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
4940301 He wasn't worried about being alone. He was used to it. He'd been alone most of his life, even in the midst of a crowd. He could handle that, no problem. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
0cd5025 Above all other things, GhostWalkers were enhanced to be able to disappear into the night, fade into darkness and remain undetected by an enemy no matter how close they got to him- or her. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
a756ece His strength was enormous, and so was the burning need to kill this man. He'd felt this way on more than one occasion. The drive was an actual need, like breathing, consuming him, almost taking him out of his body so that the rage was a separate entity. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
6862420 He was a machine, not feeling the grueling effects on his muscles as he made the slow crawl between targets, but the longer he was in the field, moving from kill to kill, the more he felt eyes on him. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
732ca52 He had to be a GhostWalker. She was looking at a legitimate GhostWalker. The real deal. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
2b3e967 [...]her mouth curved into that smile that always teased every one of his senses. Amusement. She could feel it and give him that sense of playfulness and joy that she seemed to have in abundance. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
ede70a4 That was the first time I realized that some people had something truly beautiful and it was called family. I wanted that for myself-and that tea set. It was elegant and beautiful, and it represented that bond they has as well as their connection to the past. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
14cba59 The examinations had taken much longer than necessary because they were paying more attention to learning each other's bodies than searching for telltale symptoms of the virus. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
0a10cac "Family isn't always blood, baby," he said, I was lucky enough to have a woman take me as her child and teach me what family really is. We didnt have much, but we had each other." romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
1f43f36 Whitney plants viruses in us to force us to return home. [...] I knew sooner or later I wouldn't return, and I'd die from whatever they put in me. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
31a2bd3 His team consisted of a group of mavericks. They were cohesive when they needed to be, but their strength was their individual thinking. Many of their enhancements enabled them to do their jobs better alone then in a group. The idea had been that the GhostWalkers easily could do teamwork or perform alone. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
f379c94 There was a sense of comfort being wrapped up in his arms. He was calm in the middle of a terrifying experience. He was a rock she could cling to. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
8783dc1 "The right place; that was what he was looking for. The right place. Place was all important, place meant everything. Take this rock... "Take you, rock," he said. He squinted at it. Ah yes, here we have the nasty big flat rock, sitting doing nothing, just amoral and dull, and it sits like an island in the polluted pool. The pool is a tiny lake on the little island, and the island is in a drowned crater. The crater is a volcanic crater, the volcano forms part of an island in a big inland sea. The inland sea is like a giant lake on a continent and the continent is like an island sitting in the seas of the planet. The planet is like an island on the sea of space within its system, and the system floats within the cluster, which is like an island in the sea of the galaxy, which is like an island in the archipelago of of its local group, which is an island within the universe; the universe is like an island floating in a sea of space in the Continua, and they float like islands in the Reality, and... But down through the Continua, the Universe, the Local Group, the Galaxy, the Cluster, the System, the Planet, the Continent, the Island, the Lake, the Island... the rock remained. AND THAT MEANT THE ROCK, THE CRAPPY AWFUL ROCK HERE WAS THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE, THE CONTINUA, THE WHOLE REALITY!" science science-fiction Iain M. Banks
13013c0 The t'ca [ship] left them, rolled and slewed off in a maneuver that made sense to a multi-brained snake. science-fiction C.J. Cherryh
5bd54bb And she laughed, a full octave, descending from high C like chimes. science-fiction Mary Doria Russell
6798cb0 "He peeled out the banknotes from inside a billfold held on a chain and paid her. Andy Jackson's eyes were X'd out. For an edgy instant she wondered if his money was counterfeit. She also noted his missing middle finger, and a skull tattoo decorated his sinewy wrist. She put down the card key. "You're in Seven, straight down the courtyard." He slid the card key off, but it fell to the floor. "Oops. I haven't gotten used to this high gravity." "I beg your pardon?" "Nothing. I'm just punchy from all the driving." science-fiction Ed Lynskey
3b3c99f In his quest to find the perfect supersoldier, he experimented on the girls and when he thought he perfected what he was looking for, he psychically and genetically enhanced the soldiers in his GhostWalker program. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
ac181ef He glanced back at her over his shoulder, his incredible eyes moving over her face. Seeing her. Focusing on her. The way he looked at her made her heart begin to accelerate. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
4847f55 That fantasy mouth smiled. The kind of smile that could melt the panties off a nun. Holy Cow. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
5aa0c41 He pulled out of her mind abruptly. She knew because she felt bereft. Starkly alone. The feeling was raw and ugly after having him there with her. She wanted him back, and that wasn't an intelligent response. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
59338be The Quetzal Motel was a father/daughter operation, and they hurt for money but with just enough to stay in groceries. But who could tell? After tonight, their fortunes might perk up. It was better to look on the bright side. She took a deep breath and plunged back into Philip Nostrum's realm of futuristic doings. science-fiction-romance pulp-fiction science-fiction Ed Lynskey
d24f24b "His agility surprised Phoebe Ash. She saw the plaster cast on his right leg. Funny messages in ink--"Go break the left one, tiger!"--had been written on the off-white plaster." science-fiction-romance pulp-fiction science-fiction Ed Lynskey
d24d869 ". . . hated each other so much their feud had become legendary. Half the jokes in the galaxy started with "a vampire and an otrokar walk into a bar...." science-fiction urban-fantasy Ilona Andrews
4996b52 It was an observation, not a judgment. Shylah liked the way Draden seemed to reserve his conclusions until he had the facts. romance science-fiction paranormal Christine Feehan
7050c5d "There's got to be at least some contact if they aren't going to lose their assets simply because someone dies before she gets around to telling her son or daughter "Oh, by the way. We're actually secret agents for the Mesan Alignment. Here's your secret decoder kit. Be ready to be contacted by the Galactic Evil Overlord on Frequency X with orders to betray the society you've been raised all your life to think of as your own." secret-agents science-fiction David Weber
e48eef9 I gazed at these marvels in profound silence. Words were utterly wanting to indicate the sensations of wonder I experienced. I seemed, as I stood upon that mysterious shore, as if I were some wandering inhabitant of a distant planet, present for the first time at the spectacle of some terrestrial phenomena belonging to another existence. To give body and existence to such new sensations would have required the coinage of new words - and here my feeble brain found itself wholly at fault. I looked on, I thought, I reflected, I admired, in a state of stupefaction not altogether unmingled with fear! discovery science science-fiction Jules Verne
ce69c4d It suddenly occurred to me just how absurd this scene was: a guy wearing a suit of armor, standing next to an undead king, both hunched over the controls of a classic arcade game. It was the sort of surreal image you'd expect to see on the cover of an old issue of Heavy Metal or Dragon magazine. science key undead-king video-game wade wade-watts ready-player-one undead video-games quest science-fiction Ernest Cline
576fa52 When the emergency brappers went of they did what any dedicated, well-trained and quick-minded Service personnel would do; they paniced. From the short story What Makes Us Human. science-fiction realism Stephen R. Donaldson
8be4b4e In a roundabout way, Boba Fett created Pearl Jam. science-fiction Chuck Klosterman
6ecb9f8 Statistically it was not greatly different than it had been for previous generations, but anecdotally it had become so prominent that every problem was noticed and remarked. The cognitive error called ease of representation thrust them into a space where every problem they witnessed convinced them they were in an unprecedented colapse. They were getting depressed. science science-fiction society pessimism Kim Stanley Robinson
b193082 There are ecological, biological, sociological, and psychological problems that can never be solved to make this idea work. The physical problems of propulsion have capture your fancy, and perhaps they can be solved, but they are the easy ones. science science-fiction Kim Stanley Robinson
377651d He lost his appetite for reading. He was afraid of being overwhelmed again. In mystery novels people died like dolls being discarded; in science fiction enormities of space and time conspired to crush the humans ; and even in P.G. Wodehouse he felt a hollowness, a turning away from reality that was implicitly bitter, and became explicit in the comic figures of futile parsons. reading p-g-wodehouse parsons science-fiction John Updike
a5684c6 Hackworth took a bite of his sandwich, correctly anticipating that the meat would be gristly and that he would have plenty of time to think about his situation while his molars subdued it. He did have plenty of time, as it turned out; but as frequently happened to him in these situations, he could not bring his mind to bear on the subject at hand. All he could think about was the taste of the sauce. If the manifest of ingredients on the bottle had been legible, it would have read something like this: Water, blackstrap molasses, imported habanero peppers, salt, garlic, ginger, tomato puree, axle grease, real hickory smoke, snuff, butts of clove cigarettes, Guinness Stout fermentation dregs, uranium mill tailings, muffler cores, monosodium glutamate, nitrates, nitrites, nitrotes and nitrutes, nutrites, natrotes, powdered pork nose hairs, dynamite, activated charcoal, match-heads, used pipe cleaners, tar, nicotine, singlemalt whiskey, smoked beef lymph nodes, autumn leaves, red fuming nitric acid, bituminous coal, fallout, printer's ink, laundry starch, drain deaner, blue chrysotile asbestos, carrageenan, BHA, BHT, and natural flavorings. nanotechnology science-fiction Neal Stephenson
4b5c7f2 Like the original concept, the stormrider had rectangular blades, sixteen of them radiating out from the hub, each one a flat lattice of struts twenty-five kilometers long, made from the toughest steelsilicon fibers the Commonwealth knew how to manufacture. Twenty-three kilometers of them were covered by an ultra-thin silvered foil, giving a total surface area of over one thousand eight hundred square kilometers for the solar wind to impact on. Even in an ordinary solar system environment that would have produced a considerable torque. In the Half Way system the stormrider was positioned at the Lagrange point between the red star and its neutron companion, right in the middle of the plasma current, where the ion density was orders of magnitude thicker than any normal solar wind. The power the stormrider produced when it was in the thick of the flow was enough to operate the wormhole generator. But it couldn't simply sit at the Lagrange point producing electricity continuously; that would have been too much like perpetual motion. As the waves of plasma pushed against it, they exerted an unremitting pressure on the blades that blew the stormrider away from the Lagrange point out toward the neutron star. So for five hours the two sets of blades would turn in opposite directions, generating electricity for the Port Evergreen wormhole that was delivered via a zero-width wormhole. The stormrider also stored some of the power, so that at the end of the five hours when it was out of alignment, it had enough of a reserve to fire its onboard thrusters, moving itself even farther out of the main plasma stream where the pressure was reduced. From there it chased a simple fifteen-hour loop back around through open space to the Lagrange point, where the cycle would begin again. stormrider science-fiction Peter F. Hamilton
fed7421 Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone ? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real? science-fiction Ray Bradbury
b1975b4 What is sacredness? What is true is sacred. What has been suffered. What is beautiful. So the Telling tries to find the truth in events or the pain, or the beauty? No need to try to find it, said Unroy. The sacredness is there. In the truth, the pain, the beauty. So that the telling of it is sacred. spirituality science-fiction Ursula K. Le Guin
329d336 Hollywood movies, however, have brainwashed us into thinking that we can defeat the alien invaders if they are a few decades or centuries ahead of us in technology. Hollywood assumes that we can win by using some primitive, clever trick. In Independence Day, all we have to do is inject a simple computer virus into their operating system to bring them to their knees, as if the aliens use Microsoft Windows. future computers science-fiction movies technology Michio Kaku
ad4d7a2 Reading wasn't an attempt to educate myself. It was my chief escape from a world that, although gorgeous in landscape and rich with mountain culture, didn't provide what I needed--the promise of adventure, a life beyond the perimeter of hills. I often fantasized that I'd been adopted and had mysterious powers such as flying or teleportation. Books offered the promise of a world in which misfits like me could flourish. Within the pages of a novel, I was unafraid: of my father, of dogs, snakes, and the bully across the creek; of older boys who drove hot rods close enough to make me jump in the ditch; of armed men parked near the bootlegger. science-fiction memoir Chris Offutt
27cb21a Hate's not functional; why are we taught it? violence hate education science-fiction peace Ursula K. Le Guin
0bf79af So. Our little pearl of warmth, our spinning orrery of lives, our island, our beloved solar system, our hearth and home, tight and burnished in the warmth of the sun--and then--these starships we are making out of Nix. We will send them to the stars, they will be like dandelion seeds, floating away on a breeze. Very beautiful. We will never see them again. space space-exploration science-fiction powerful Kim Stanley Robinson
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