Sylvi wished she could gouge out the look in Dorogin's stony eyes, and change the course of history. She wished Fthoom had been eaten by a sea monster.
Perhaps it is a human thing, to look upon such beauty and fail to encompass it.
If you wish, I shall go personally to your City and knock together the heads of Perlith and Galooney.
Yes, I am letting my own experience color my answer, which is what experience is for....
Stay a little while longer, and let everyone congratulate you - including the ones who clearly don't want to: in fact, especially the ones who clearly don't want to. You don't have to say anything but...
If you try to breathe water, you will not turn into a fish, you will drown; but water is still good to drink.
I wasn't grateful. You want to talk cranky, coitus interruptus takes me well beyond cranky. My engorged labia felt like they were pressing on my brain-what there was of my brain-and if I didn't get to...
You are attempting to be logical, I suspect, and logic has little to do with government, and nothing at all to do with military administration.
Because she was a princess she had a pegasus.
I love you. I will love you till the stars crumble, which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on parting.
He will apologize, or I'll give him a lesson in swordplay he will not like at all.
There had been certain romantic interludes in the past that had included galloping across the desert at night; but he had never abducted any woman whose enthusiastic support for such a plan had not...
We think we don't deserve love, we think if we let it in we'll become too soft. But a wise man named Levine said it right. He said, 'Love is the only rational act.
He laughed, tried to make it into a cough, inhaled at exactly the wrong moment, and then really did cough.
Everything was an adventure, at night, when you were where you shouldn't be, even if it was somwhere you could go perfectly well in daylight, and it was then only ordinary.
All you did was sit there, he said. Why are you so tired?I sat very diligently, she said.
What was she to say? The prodigal has returned? The mutineer wishes to be reinstated? The subordinate, having gone to a great deal of trouble to prove her commander wrong, has come back and promises...
...there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.
...My friend, there are some things that I cannot tell you. Some I will tell you in time; some, others will tell you; some you may never know, or you may be the first to find the answers.
In fact, she would have added the rider that she wasn't sure it could be done at all, getting to know someone at any succession of such parties, however prolonged.
One doesn't generally look into mirrors when one is especially angry; one has better things to do, like pace the floor or throw things.
{Harry} had always suffered from a vague restlessness, a longing for adventure that she told herself severely was the result of reading too many novels when she was a small child.
Sungold blew impatiently and began to dig a hole with one foot. She booted his elbow with her toe and he stopped, but after a moment he lowered his head and blew again, harder, and she could feel him...
But their strength is the strength of numbers and of stubbornness and persistence; do not underestimate it.
He didn't look insane or inhuman. He did look uncooperative.
Mathin said: It is best to take your opponent's sash. The kysin mark each blow dealt, but to cut off the other rider's sash is best. This you will do.Oh, said Harry.You may, if you wish, unhorse him...
I came because I've spent my whole life in the company of the brother that I hated. Now I want a chance to know the brother that I love, before it's too late, before we're not children anymore.
Three or four times only in my youth did I glimpse the Joyous Isles, before they were lost to fogs, depressions, cold fronts, ill winds, and contrary tides … I mistook them for adulthood. Assuming...
But he hated to see his people people unhappy--because he was a good king, not because he was a nervous one-
{Gonturan} is a true friend, but a friend with thoughts of her own, and the thoughts of others are dangerous.
Cigars should be like onions," she said, unfastening the catch and pushing back the pane. "Either the whole company does, or the whole company does not.
Non omnis moriar, said Horace's Odes-I shall not wholly die. Yes, and he was right. As long as people remembered, then death was not complete. Only if there were nobody at all left to remember would...
I feel like a potato that's recently been mashed,"she said."
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....