Robert

“visual. But Target Null+1 bot was passing nearly beneath us. (At least it looked that way from our position on our shuttle. It could have actually been sideways or up or whatever, because space.)”
― Martha Wells, Platform Decay

“Naja sent back an acknowledgment but didn’t tell me what she was planning to do, which, great. This is why working with humans is so exciting in the bad way.”
― Martha Wells, Platform Decay

“the weight of knowing that, while you might have managed the trick once, each novel requires you to again learn how to write a novel. I am still learning how to write a novel. I will never, so long as I am privileged to write, be done with learning how to write a novel.”
― Arkady Martine, A Desolation Called Peace

“Are you in trouble?” she asked Mahit. “When haven’t I been?” Mahit said, and sighed, and sank back into her couch, letting go of Three Seagrass’s wrist. The loss felt like a spark-gap, widened just too far for current to pass through. “Presumably you were an exemplary student,” Three Seagrass said. “All right,” Mahit agreed, “I was briefly not in trouble, while safely locked in an examination hall.” “And now?”
― Arkady Martine, A Desolation Called Peace