Scifi Books Quotes

“Eena worried to Ian in her thoughts. (You’re not going to let him walk away thinking what I think he’s thinking, are you?)

(You won't change his mind. The evidence is a little suggestive. You should have just stayed behind me.)

(Oh, this is all my fault?)

(Well, you were the one swimming in your underwear.)

(And you’re the one who took your shirt off!)

(You think the alternative would have been better?)

She shuttered at the thought of the Braetic stumbling across her in her underclothes.

“Cale,” Eena said in another attempt to convince the stranger. Somehow she managed to sidestep Ian’s effort to halt her, and she approached the man. “I am not messing around with my protector. I am, and always have been, true and faithful to Derian. It’s just……a lot of weird things have happened lately.”

The Braetic looked willing to consider a good excuse. “Such as?”

“Well,” she started, casting a furtive glance at Ian. He was shaking his head, conveying strong disapproval. She ignored him.

“Okay, well…..I’ve been fighting these immortals who are bent on using me to break free from an imprisoning gem where they were sentenced to stayed locked up for eternity. They nearly annihilated a world of Viiduns—that’s how awful they are! But one of these immortals has control over my necklace, and her brother keeps transporting me and my protector all over Moccobatra in search of pieces to a star-shaped platform they intend to use to free their bodies which have been trapped for over three-thousand years now. We were sent here at an inopportune—and highly embarrassing—moment to find the final piece to the platform. It’s been a nightmare just trying to stay alive!”

“Wow,” Cale breathed, not looking half as concerned as Eena thought he ought to. “So these immortals are using you and trying to kill you at the same time?”

She shook her head. “No, no, only the dragons are trying to kill me…or they were trying to kill me until Naga put a stop to them.” Eena heard Ian’s hand smack against his forehead. She saw humor sweep over the Braetic’s face. It made her angry.

“Dragons too, huh?” Cale snickered.

“It’s the truth!” she insisted.

(Eena, just forget it. You’re only making it worse.)

She ignored her protector’s advice again. “Cale, I’m telling you the honest-to-goodness truth. Do you know the story of Wanyaka Cave? The red-gemmed prison and the two spirit sisters?”

Completely out of patience, Ian broke into the conversation, rudely speaking over his queen. “We’ll be on our way now, sir. We apologize for trespassing.”

With a big grin on his face, the Braetic offered a friendly alternative. “Why don’t the pair of you accompany me home. I’m sure my wife can round up some suitable clothing for you. Those immortals must have a ripe sense of humor, leaving you alone in the woods without any decent attire.” He caught a chuckle in his throat. “That is unless it was the dragons who took the shirt off your back.”

“Dragons are immortals!” Eena snapped, as if any fool ought to know it.

Ian flashed her a harsh look. “We would greatly appreciate the help, sir.”

“Oh, it’ll cost you something,” Cale informed them, “but we can discuss that on our way.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Two Sisters

“The midday sun was leopardskin-dappled through the trees, painting a translucent rainbow in the fountain’s mist...”
― Kevin Ansbro, In the Shadow of Time

“The economic world, the world of the equities markets, just seemed like a perfect foil, the ideal backdrop against which to contrast this story about legendary amphibians from outer space, because everything these days is all about money. In this book (Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas) I'm hoping to illustrate that there not only are far more important things than money, but there are far more interesting things. (from NPR Interviews edited by Robert Siegel)”
― Tom Robbins, Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas

“Derian pulled the blanket snug around himself. “This is my added assurance.”

Eena wrinkled her nose as if she thought his answer was odder than his actions. “It’s your what?”

“If you recall the last time we were here standing in this very spot, you pelted me with neumberries.” He held up a single berry before popping it into his mouth. “I doubt you would risk soiling your blanket, so I figure wrapping it around me this way I’m pretty much assured safety from any potential attack.”

He winked playfully, and she laughed out loud.

“I’m afraid you don’t know me half as well as you think,” she announced. Aiming low, she flung a sizable berry at his calf. It hit its mark.

“Whoa, whoa!” He lowered the blanket to cover his legs.

“You can’t hide yourself entirely, Derian,” she said, aiming for his face. He ducked, raising the blanket like a shield in the process.

Another round of ammunition pelted his ankles before he decided it was time to fight back. Eena found herself bound up in her own blanket, arms wrapped securely at her sides. She laughed nonstop, unable to move within his strong hold. Derian leaned forward until their noses touched, and then he kissed her giggles silent. He kept her in the blanket, snug and close to him, but Eena managed to wriggle an arm free and drape it around his neck, holding his lips in reach. She uttered a quick count in between kisses.

“Seven,” she breathed.

Derian paused, his mouth a whisper away from hers. It tickled when he spoke.

“No, no, Eena.”

“No what?”

“No counting. Not today. No ground rules.”

She barely uttered a partial “’kay” before his mouth covered hers again. His hot breath tasted like breakfast. He fixed his hands on each side of her face, and the blanket fell to the ground. As the intensity of their kisses grew hungry, he gripped her cheeks more securely. Eena could feel the air electrifying around them. Her heartbeat drummed—excited and anxious.

“Derian…” she breathed. But he didn’t stop.

She felt his hand move to support her neck while the other slid down her back, urging her closer. She brought her arms together and pressed against his chest, somewhat objecting to the intimacy.

“Derian…” she tried again. But he covered her mouth with his own.

She pushed more firmly against him without success. Her protest weakened as his kisses softened. The fervor subsided, and she could feel her wild pulse even out. Amidst a string of supple kisses, Derian’s breathing slowed. He planted his lips on her forehead for a moment before squeezing her tenderly. She snuggled up against his warm chest.

“One ground rule,” he whispered in her ear. “We stop when you say ‘when.’”

“When,” she uttered.

“Okay,” he agreed.

Then, as if the thought had just occurred to her, she stepped back to look up questioningly at the captain. “Wasn’t there a leftover sandwich in that basket from last night?”

His lips formed a guilty smile as he confessed, “Yes—and it was delicious.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Two Sisters

“My life was empty and my soul was scourged by my
own sins. Decadent and corrupt I am… I am evil.”
― E.C. Lemus, The Master of the Realities

“In a novel of ideas, the ideas have to work.”
― Carl Sagan, Broca's Brain: Reflections on the Romance of Science

“Be for-EVER adventurous!”
― Kaylee Stepkoski, Ever

“Like you said, I am your strongest creation, which means I was built to never stop," Ever growls as his fists brighten.”
― Kaylee Stepkoski, Ever: The Return

“The chances of the wave hitting you were one to three billion, your soul being disembodied, one to eighteen billion, your survival, one to two million.”
― Nicholas Metelsky, Changing Masks

“It's eternal youth, in other words, or old age—depending on what age you decided to 'bookmark.”
― Nicholas Metelsky, Changing Masks

“It was better for me that way because my visits could be more discreet. In a public place that is always crowded, it's hardly likely that anyone would pay attention to a teenager. I could use my 'distraction maneuver' on the surrounding people, and the security guards would not notice it on the cameras.”
― Nicholas Metelsky, Changing Masks

“A good novel is the one which is well-researched on the topic that revolves around the novel.”
― Nikita Tak, The Chocolate Cake

“Reading or writing a book lets you delve into your imagination, creating an alternative reality without being branded clinically insane.”
― Beth Worsdell

“The full force of the sun’s rays broke through the tree canopy, and the man squinted up at the sky. “I always assumed Asterions would figure it out when they were ready for the knowledge. When they were ready to take the next step. By my count, you’re a little early.”

“We don’t have the luxury of waiting for the next evolutionary leap to mosey through on its own. To put it bluntly, we are dead in two weeks unless we can find a way to stop the Rasu. Dead. As a species. Do you understand me? Am I getting through to you?”

“Calm yourself, Mr. Ridani. I hear you fine.”

“Good. Then will you come with me?”
― G.S. Jennsen, The Stars Like Gods

“Diplomacy and Deception gentlemen, diplomacy and deception."
Magistrate Sacdrua”
― Arsh Rehman, Roach Sin

“Everything changed about six months ago, when I met Ever." -Raya Fawn”
― Kaylee Stepkoski, Ever

“Cara stared up at the stars, thinking about the three sisters who sacrificed themselves before they would betray each other. “They loved each other so much they died for each other.”
“Sometimes, when you love someone that much, dying is the least you would do to protect them.” His voice was hushed as he gazed skyward.”
― Daniele Kasper, Cut Her Out In Little Stars

“When on the last night of his lizard existence he laid his bulging brain case again in that hollow of mosses where there was the most dimness, he knew in his blood that on the morrow, when he awoke into his doom as a thinking creature, he would be old with that age which curses those who have never even for an instant been young. Tomorrow he would be a thinking creature, but the weariness was on him tonight....”
― James Blish, A Case of Conscience

“My Spring and Your Eyes

After a long winter spell the Spring is here,
But without seeing it reflect through your eyes, for me it appears to be nowhere,

Everything, the buds of May, even the bright day seem to be glad,
But without you around my love, every surrounding and every corner looks so sad,

Million flowers await to bloom from every hopeful bud of Spring,
But to me, without you, nothing, no matter how beautiful does any joy bring,

The freshness of light green hue, covers everything, even the morning dew,
But I only think of you, even though the nature looks so beautiful and new,

The Spring has rescued everything from the veil of seemingly permanent gloom,
But I, my thoughts, and my joys wait for you, to be able to bloom,

In the distance I can hear the river flowing happily to meet the sea,
But I wait for my beautiful Spring that only through your eyes I can feel and see,

And I know the Spring is here and it surely has arrived,
But for me, the Spring bliss is incomplete unless from your senses it is derived,

To me the real Spring shall feel like you and be as beautiful as you,
But with you not here, maybe it is Spring time somewhere, but not here , not here, because this year it does not feel like you,

So I shall let them rejoice and say “the Spring is here!”
But for me as long as you are not here, it is Spring there but not here, not here!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“She was dead because of me, of what I became. I was never meant to heal. I was meant to destroy. And I was going to take the rest of the world with me this time.”
― Lina Hart, Beyond Power: A Supernatural Sci-Fi Romance

“Ego-death is the loss of all anchoring to self,” May said, and as she took another hit of the bowl, she looked as though she were coming to some impossible realization. She spoke as if on autopilot while the rest of her seemed to contemplate the fringes of some great madness that had just clicked in her mind. “During ego-death, there is no more separation between the atoms composing the countless eukaryotic and prokaryotic cells of your body or the atoms composing the air exhausted by the eukaryotic bundles we call plants. There is just the field – the system itself. There is no more you. It’s...it’s not really possible to relate through language because it’s beyond language,” she said with a hint of sorrow, and as she turned to Matt, he noted that her eyes looked distant and afraid suddenly. “I’m sorry if this isn’t making sense,” she finished.”
― E.S. Fein, A Dream of Waking Life

“The fate of the universe lies in your lung capacity.”
― D.C. Greschner