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“I love you and I love you and I love you, on battlefields, in shadows, in fading ink, on cold ice splashed with the blood of seals. In the rings of trees. In the wreckage of a planet crumbling to space. In bubbling water. In bee stings and dragonfly wings, in stars. In the deapths of lonely woods where I wandered in my youth, staring up - and even then you watched me. You slid back through my life, and I have known you since before I knew you.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“And everyone is alive, somewhere in time.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“One flesh, one end, bitch.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“I have tried to dismantle you, Gideon Nav! The Ninth House poisoned you, we trod you underfoot—I took you to this killing field as my slave—you refuse to die, and you pity me! Strike me down. You’ve won. I’ve lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and God knows I deserve to die at your hand. You are my only friend. I am undone without you.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“Her adept said: "I'll keep it off you. Nav, show them what the Ninth House does."

Gideon lifted her sword. The construct worked itself free of its last confines of masonry and rotten wood and heaved before them, flexing itself like a butterfly.

"We do bones, motherfucker," she said.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“I suppose that is why it often makes me sad to read about history, or even natural history, as you do; I cannot help but think of everyone whose tale cannot fit in one book, those poor creatures who remain lost or forgotten. Do you think that one day, some Mary of the future will sketch our bones and wonder what we might have been in life?”
― C.E. McGill, Our Hideous Progeny

“We shall steal fire from the heavens, and I shall not repent, even for one minute- for what sort of God would condemn us to such a cold world without it? We are merely taking what should have been ours from the beginning.”
― C.E. McGill, Our Hideous Progeny

“There is something romantic about feeding a predator from the palm of your hand, I think- a creature which might bite you if it chooses, but chooses not to. But how does one turn such awful beauty to lead and ink on a page?”
― C.E. McGill, Our Hideous Progeny

“Of course, it mattered; perhaps the knowledge would not help to build bridges or make new medicines, but that was not all that science was about. Science was about the truth, about knowing what was possible and what was not; it was about the fervor I had felt looking upon the beached whale, or the fossil tooth in Catherine's palm. I had spent my whole life since in service to that same longing: the ravenous beast that was curiosity.”
― C.E. McGill, Our Hideous Progeny

“Perhaps I am meant to drown after all. But if I do, then at least it will have been by my own hand.”
― C.E. McGill, Our Hideous Progeny

“We had built here, in this half-ruined boat house on the edge of the Moray Firth, a temple to our own strange gods- to Chemistry and Anatomy and Electricity.”
― C.E. McGill, Our Hideous Progeny

“I will always hold dear to my heart that fact that I was the first to see those golden eyes open, to see its reptilian pupils narrow and focus on my own- for in those eyes I saw, for the first time, proof that we had created something truly alive.”
― C.E. McGill, Our Hideous Progeny

“Poetry ossifies, in time, the way trees do.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“In the beginning was the Word. Then came the fucking word processor. Then came the thought processor. Then came the death of literature. And so it goes.”
― Dan Simmons, Hyperion

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“Books are letters in bottles, cast into the waves of time, from one person trying to save the world to another.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“If you think even your Devil can cut through me, I’ll show you how wrong you are. Because he could open the earth underneath our feet and I would fuck you in our fall.”
― Shiloh Sloane, Then, Earth Swallowed Ocean

“The Progressive Caspian People’s Party. A footnote that dreamed it was a chapter.”
― Neil Sharpson, When the Sparrow Falls

“Nominally, the currency of the Caspian Republic was the moneta, but in truth the coin of the nation was fear. Whoever could inspire fear was rich, whoever lived in fear was poor.”
― Neil Sharpson, When the Sparrow Falls

“Power is a poison.”
― Neil Sharpson, When the Sparrow Falls

“It's the kind of job that, a few months down the line, if things go badly, could end with you standing in a darkened room, in front of a row of men whose faces you cannot see, being asked questions to which there are no right answers.”
― Neil Sharpson, When the Sparrow Falls

“No one is worse at keeping secrets than the secret services”
― Neil Sharpson, When the Sparrow Falls

“When the party orders you to break the law, who do you obey? The party or the law?”
― Neil Sharpson, When the Sparrow Falls

“Being injured is something of a lifestyle choice for Nai.”
― Megan E. O'Keefe, The Bound Worlds

“For in a way beset with those that contend, on one side for too great liberty, and on the other side for too much authority, ’tis hard to pass between the points of both unwounded.”
― Megan E. O'Keefe, The Bound Worlds

“—and what is grief, if not starving for what was lost?”
― Megan O'Keefe

“Witches are not so delicate.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“Every moment mortals died, by shipwreck and sword, by wild beasts and wild men, by illness, neglect, and age. It was their fate, Prometheus had told me, the story they all shared. No matter how vivid they were in life, no matter how brilliant, no matter the wonders they made, they came to dust and smoke. Meanwhile every petty and useless god would go on sucking down the bright air until the stars went dark.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“We don’t have to fall into the same category to be of equal value.”
― Becky Chambers, A Psalm for the Wild-Built