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The man would, no doubt, have looked handsome in a portrait, but it was the way he stood, the way he grinned, sneered, cocked a mocking eyebrow, the way he moved, that truly set him apart. He had the poise of a dancer, the stance of a hero, the strength of a wrestler, the speed of a snake.
So ironic
The colonel grinned at them, his full complement of perfect, brilliantly white teeth almost painful to look upon in the sun’s bright glare.
Irony
‘Come for a smoke?’ asked Shev. Carcolf smiled. ‘I like to keep a clear head. How can you enjoy life otherwise?’ ‘Guess it depends whether your life’s enjoyable or not.’ ‘Mine is,’
‘I will ask you once to put the dark-skinned girl down and leave.’ Crandall snorted. ‘And if we don’t?’ That one eye narrowed slightly. ‘Then long after we are gone to the Goddess, the grandchildren of the grandchildren of those who witness will whisper fearful stories of the way I broke you.’
He checked his knife, his backup knife, and his backup backup knife, all tight in their sheaths. You can never have too many knives, someone once told him, and it was solid advice, provided you were careful how you stowed ’em and didn’t fall over and get your own blade in your fruits.
Bloody 9
Conscience is that piece of Himself that God puts into everyone, Kahdia would have said. A splinter of the divine. There is always a choice.
Just life, ain’t it? You make the best of what you’re offered. Seemed a lucky chance now he didn’t have a surcoat.
Jeg stepped out of the shadow and the low sun shone in his face, making him squint. Just the way she wanted it.
A goid Cosca trick
She flung the dirt with her left hand as she shoved up hard with her right, coming onto her feet.
Pocket sand!
