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“Brookside Hospital was one of the largest hospitals in the state, but Belinda still felt as though she was alone inside the curtain. Nurses had been swarming her a few minutes before; now she was alone, surrounded”
― Belinda's Sweet Escape
― Belinda's Sweet Escape
“After several long hours preparing the eighteen rune tablets needed for the two portals, Talis cast the first spell and together with Mara, Nikulo, Charna, and Goleth, they entered the swirling portal. They found themselves back on Chandrix on that desolate, rocky hill, the air smelling sweet of smoke and cinnamon, the sky thick with fog. But for some reason this time the world was colder and darker, and Talis had the eerie sensation that they were being watched. He bent down and dusted off the gold-capped stone marker he’d found when they’d first entered Chandrix. Indeed they were close to home. “Just”
― Dragon Mage
― Dragon Mage
“The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed subcategory. He's got esprit up to here. Right now, he is preparing to carry out his third mission of the night. His uniform is black as activated charcoal, filtering the very light out of the air. A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest. Where his body has bony extremities, the suit has sintered armorgel: feels like gritty jello, protects like a stack of telephone books. When”
― Snow Crash
― Snow Crash
“Every period of human development has had its own particular type of human conflict—its own variety of problem that, apparently, could be settled only by force. And each time, frustratingly enough, force never really settled the problem. Instead, it persisted through a series of conflicts, then vanished of itself—what's the expression—ah, yes, 'not with a bang, but a whimper,' as the economic and social environment changed. And then, new problems, and a new series of wars.”
― I, Robot
― I, Robot
“At the edge of the wolfswood, Bran turned in his basket for one last glimpse of the castle that had been his life. Wisps of smoke still rose into the grey sky, but no more than might have risen from Winterfell’s chimneys on a cold autumn afternoon. Soot stains marked some of the arrow loops, and here and there a crack or a missing merlon could be seen in the curtain wall, but it seemed little enough from this distance. Beyond, the tops of the keeps and towers still stood as they had for hundreds of years, and it was hard to tell that the castle had been sacked and burned at all. The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I’m not dead either.”
― A Clash of Kings
― A Clash of Kings
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