Tak! quoted Retribution Falls by Chris Wooding (Tales of the Ketty Jay, #1)
The smuggler held the bullet between thumb and forefinger, studying it in the weak light of the store room.
— Retribution Falls by Chris Wooding (Tales of the Ketty Jay, #1)
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The smuggler held the bullet between thumb and forefinger, studying it in the weak light of the store room.
— Retribution Falls by Chris Wooding (Tales of the Ketty Jay, #1)
On activation each morning Charles’ first duty was to check his master’s travel arrangements for the day.
What do you do when you meet an alien in Central Park?
— Exordia by Seth Dickinson
A crack echoed through the boreal landscape, a momentary chaos in the still afternoon air.
A man was loitering outside the bookshop.
— Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop by Hwang Bo-reum, Shanna Tan
Anything at the mercy of such a divine female must, to them, necessarily be a man.
— Steelflower at Sea (The Steelflower Chronicles) by Lilith Saintcrow
The fat-sailed high-prowed Taryam’ajak of Antai bit salt swells, singing of rigging and canvas strained by pressure, bound for home across the wide blue desert of the Lan’ai.
— Steelflower at Sea (The Steelflower Chronicles) by Lilith Saintcrow
I woke from a fuzzy trance with my mead-filled head ringing and four Hain Guards seeking to separate said head from my shoulders.
— Steelflower by Lilith Saintcrow (The Steelflower Chronicles, #1)
Nobody ever believed murders “just happened” around Mallory Viridian.
— Station Eternity by Mur Lafferty (The Midsolar Murders, #1)
This is going to be a bad job.
The walls of the estate emerged from the morning fog before me, long and dark and rounded like the skin of some beached sea creature.
— The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett (Shadow of the Leviathan, #1)
In the early sun-swept hours of the morning, when purples and pinks smeared across the sky like blood, Firuz-e Jafari looked for a job.
Humans often say that they are made of stardust.
Wolfe Studios released a tarot deck’s worth of stories about me over the years.
— Siren Queen by Nghi Vo
Every morning just after dawn, Lin Chong taught a fight class for women.