This far! No further!
The Romans had to be stopped. Her light-cavalry escort stood near the villa.
I foresaw this reaction. I can’t convince someone else of the existence of a version of reality that is temporarily my subjective vision.
Postulates are based on assumption and adhered to by faith. Nothing in the Universe can shake them.
There is no contradiction between faith and science… true science!
A big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey-wimey stuff.
The maneuvering display blinked again, and for an instant of time no one had ever been able to measure, HMS Hexapuma ceased to exist. One moment she was seven light-hours from the Star Kingdom’s capital planet; the next moment, she was four light-years from a G2 star named Lynx . . . and just over seven light-centuries from Manticore.
There was something about instantaneous travel that outraged the senses.
Besides, people didn’t like it this far out, where the tuning had to be so fine and it took several weeks of real-time travel to get to the next human being.
“If I can find just the right kind of uninhabited spot, I think we can get along for the time being.”
“And after that?”
“There will be more time being to get along in.”
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Eloise. I’ve discovered that arranging my son’s wedding is just a little more complicated than arranging interstellar treaties with lifelong enemies."
The Emperor’s wedding, Miles decided, was very like a combat drop mission, except that, wonderfully, he wasn’t in command.
I realize that command does have its fascination, even under circumstances such as these, but I neither enjoy the idea of command nor am I frightened of it. It simply exists, and I will do whatever logically needs to be done.
- Flame-fluked I – Hikahi call you *
- Dorsal listening – ventral doing *
- Laugh at my words – but first obey them *
- Gather at the sled – and listen! *
I loved that book! That’s all I’m gonna say, except:
Roger!
I’ll dodge 'er
must not do
feed
reeds snails beauty
Seeds 1-13
[I will] not touch feelers. [I will] not stroke. [I will] spend on dry seeds [my] soul’s sweetness. It may be found when [I am] dead. Touch this dry wood! * call! [I am] here!
Alternatively, this passage may be read:
[Do] not touch feelers. [Do] not stroke. Spend on dry seeds [your] soul’s sweetness. [Others] may find it when [you are] dead. Touch this dry wood! Call: [I am] here!
This speck - a mote - exists
Meet Crazy Eddie.
That chick was worse than crazy. She had a plan.