Alan Romack

“When they halted, he took a step forward and saluted. It seemed the correct thing to do. Admiral Benden, tears in his eyes, proudly returned the salute. “Admiral Benden, sir,” said Sean, rider of bronze Carenath, “may I present the Dragonriders of Pern?”
― Anne McCaffrey, Dragonsdawn

“A nine-year-old boy, Patrick Rooney, had been sheltering with his family in a back room of their apartment when a round fired by the police pierced the plasterboard walls and struck him in the head. Because intermittent volleys of gunfire continued, the police refused to allow an ambulance to cross the Falls Road. So eventually a man emerged from the flats, frantically waving a white shirt. Beside him, two other men appeared, carrying the boy, with his shattered head. They managed to get Patrick Rooney to an ambulance, but he died a short time later.”
― Patrick Radden Keefe, Say Nothing: A True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland

“Get up, take heart—go, make a start, sing out the truth you came for. Then when you die, your heart may fly to halls we have no name for.”
― Anne McCaffrey, All the Weyrs of Pern

“Tea?” I blinked. “What is tea?” The peri wrinkled a beak-like nose. “Ah, I forget how far I am from home sometimes. Tea is a drink, a wondrous one. It will undoubtedly make its way to this part of the world in another century or two, but I shall give you an early taste.”
― Shannon Chakraborty, The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi