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I have generally found that women are capable of great heroism. At least as great as men.” He thought of the nuns who had raised him and added, “And they frequently make less fuss over it.”
“Maybe their god could use one of those arms to pull his followers’ heads out of their own asses!”
He missed nuns. You always knew where you stood with nuns.
(Anuket City was nominally a representative democracy, in much the same way that Slate was nominally a taxpayer.)
“Indexes,” he said determinedly, “are essential to the proper functioning of a civilized society.”
I would know you anywhere. I would recognize you at the bottom of a mineshaft on a moonless light, if I were deaf and blind.
“Do you feel like lying to me?” “No?” “Then I won’t ask what the problem is.”
Shame flitted briefly over Brenner’s face, but found itself in unfamiliar surroundings and didn’t settle.
“I am a paladin, not a resurrectionist. This shirt is dead.” “I liked that shirt.” “I can give it last rites. That’s as far as I’ll go.”
Caliban could smell divinity clinging to her like expensive tobacco or cheap wine.
A woman like that would drink you down to the dregs and leave you half-dead in the gutter with a smile on your face. There was a great deal to be said for that.
Yes. Please. Please, some god take me. Any god. I was made to be a sword in someone’s hand. It is all that I know. It is the only thing I’m good for. Please…
“We’re living with decisions made by people so long dead we can’t even piss on their bones.”
I was probably in love with you, or would have been if any of us had any chance of living.
We’re not all tragic heroes. Some of us are just tragic.
If I’d known you were staging a rescue, I’d just have stayed tied up and left more of my blood on the inside.
He was large and warm and reassuringly solid. Lying with her back against him was like putting her back to a wall.
