Growing

Green, Simon R. Deathstalker Return. New York: Roc Science Fiction, 2005. 264-265.
“Tired?” said Lewis. “Feeling sorry you came?”
“Absolutely bone-dead weary, darling, but . . . no. Not sorry at all, really. I’m changing, Lewis. I can feel it. The more I have to fight and protect myself, the better I get at it and the [...]

To Believe

Green, Simon R. Deathstalker Honor. New York: Roc Science Fiction, 1998. 508-510.
“What we need is a miracle,” said Hazel. “Maybe if we asked Saint Bea very nicely . . .”
“I don’t think God is listening to us right now,” Owen said tiredly. “We’re on our own.”
“Nonsense,” said Mother Beatrice briskly, coming out of the infirmary, [...]

Most Easy

Green, Simon R. Deathstalker Honor. New York: Roc Science Fiction, 1998. 278-279.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. It was just . . . a bit of a shock. Why didn’t you tell me any of this, Addie?”
“Because I knew you’d react like this. I was hoping that once you’d met the children, [...]

Happy Endings

Green, Simon R. Deathstalker Honor. New York: Roc Science Fiction, 1998. 128.
“I’ll go,” said BB. “I’ll walk away and never see you again. Just tell me you don’t love me anymore.”
“BB . . .”
“Tell me that and I’ll go. Even though I love you. Because I’d rather die than see you hurt again. Just say . . [...]

Heroes and Power

Green, Simon R. Deathstalker Rebellion. New York: Roc Science Fiction, 1996. 456-457.
 ”I was never meant to be a hero,” said Ruby firmly. “The pay’s lousy and the working conditions suck. I’m a rebel because I was promised first crack at the loot when the Empire finally falls apart. And because that cow Lionstone put a [...]

Just A Story

Green, Simon R. Deathstalker Rebellion. New York: Roc Science Fiction, 1996. 393-394.
She rose suddenly to her feet, catching Toby and Flynn by surprise. She emptied the jar of the last of the drink and put it down on the desk. “I’ve said enough. I’ll take you around the beds, so you can see the kind [...]

Silence is Consent

Green, Simon R. Deathstalker. New York: Roc Science Fiction, 1995. 143-144.
He lurched on through the deepening mud and slush, glaring at everyone and everything around him with renewed disgust. Surely it couldn’t all be like this. There had to be some bright spots in the gloom. A window opened above him, and people scattered out [...]

The Purpose of all This

So the purpose of this wordpress blog is to basically keep a record of passages and such that I find intriguing, interesting, challenging, inspiring or something or other. To that end: if you actually look at this and find yourself reading one or more of the excerpts, I would like you to comment on it [...]

Loving Enemies

Simmons, Dan. Olympos. New York: Harper Torch, 2005. 857-858.
The thrown rock almost took his head off. The combat suit’s radar saved him—picking up the hurled object, invisible in the twilight gloom, and overriding the backpack’s controls, sending Daeman dipping legs and feet over ass, righting him just yards above the pavement of the Temple Mount.
He [...]

Nausea-Making

Simmons, Dan. Olympos. New York: Harper Torch, 2005. 844.
Achilles stopped. Penthesilea had dismounted and gone behind a bush to urinate. The crude sound of her making water made him want to kill the Amazon then and there and leave her body to the carrion crows that roosted on the creosote bush’s branches near the river. [...]