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All writers believe in the magic of books; Jim Hines has created a system where that magic becomes real, usable, and very definitely not always safe.

Bards were terrible at keeping secrets. They insisted on putting them to music.

Better the comfort of a lie than the absurdity of the truth.

Dexter thrust a pamphlet into Samuel's hand. "Greenstreet Mission. We're doing a Christmas dinner. You can get a meal and hear the word of God." Samuel smiled in relief. This, finally, he understood. "Which word?" "What?" "Well, God's said a lot of words, you know, and a word like 'it' or 'the' wouldn't be worth hearing again but its always fun listening to Him try and say aluminum.

Empty words show an empty mind, and silence speaks most eloquently of all.

I'm sorry." About what?" He shrugged, made uncomfortable by the question."I'm not sure. It's a Canadian thing.

It took him forever to get to downtown Vancouver although Tony had to admit that saving the world by public transportation was a particularly Canadian way to do things.

Large men in black plate mail with red cloaks and plumes don't sneak worth a damn.

Most people don't care who's in charge as long as someone is.

The world tilted slightly sideways. 'I think I need to sit down.' The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he'd already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded.

Violence is never the answer but sometimes, like with cockroaches, it is the only possible response.

What do they do for a village idiot when you're here?

A quick check on the platoon showed everyone more or less enjoying the flight. "Whatever it is you're eating, Ressk, swallow it before we land," [said Staff Sergeant Kerr]. "No problem, Staff." "More like whoever he's eating," Binti muttered beside him. "You ought to count your fingers," he suggested. "You're too serley stupid to notice one missing." "Maybe you ought to gren sa talamec to." "That's enough, people." When the Confederation first started integrating the di'Taykan and the Krai into what was predominantly a human military system, xenopsychologists among the elder races expected a number of problems. For the most part, those expectations fell short. After having dealt with the Mictok and the H'san, none of the younger races - all bipedal mammals - had any difficulty with each other's appearance. Cultural differences were absorbed into the prevailing military culture and the remaining problems were dealt with in the age-old military tradition of learning to say "up yours" in the other races' languages. The "us against them" mentality of war made for strange bedfellows.

Bardic oaths weren't made to Shkoder, they were just made.

He read disappointment at his response and wondered if she realized that she expected a certain amount of effusive sympathy from the people she told. Rejecting that sympathy made her feel strong, compensating for what she perceived as her weakness. He suspected that the disease was the first time she hadn't been able to make everything come out all right through the sheer determination that it would be.

I'll send three of Harnet's Di'taken. I have it on good authority that they think the sun shines out of my ass." Pole leaned forwards just enough to bring the major into his line of sight. Pole - "All of them?" Torrin - "Some of them are officers and thus blinded by the sun shining out of their own asses." Pole - "Did you just say that?" Torrin - "Yeah," Torrin offered him her hand. "Get over it.

Peter." The fine hair along her spine rising, Vicky could feel the power in a name. This is who you are, it said. Come back to us.

Safe from what? she'd asked. And under her touch, Kovar's kigh had answered, "Change".

Toronto's already ass-deep in cockroaches and conservatives; what's one more lower life-form?