Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.
Now, Mr. Talbot… You broke your promise to me, didn’t you? Told the police. I don’t like people who break their promises, Mr. Talbot.
Not very trusting, is he?
Sure, as long as the machines are working and you can dial 911. But you take those things away, you throw people in the dark, you scare the shit out of them - no more rules.
And of course she had studied the civilization that had immediately preceded her own - the civilization that had mistaken the functions of the system, and had used it for bringing people to things, instead of for bringing things to people. Those funny old days, when men went for change of air instead of changing the air in their rooms!
Nautilus is a water planet. Our space taxi will need to become a space submarine.
Sky of blue, sea of green,
In our yellow submarine.
The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the Living Infinite.
The armed forces of Torch placed no guards on the island itself, and didn’t even maintain a naval patrol beyond a small number of vessels. But the more adventurous of the StateSec forces who experimented with the possibility of trying to escape by sea soon gave it up. It turned out that the lifeforms in Torch’s warm oceans were every bit as exuberant as the ones in its tropical rain forests. Especially the predator that looked like a ten-meter long cross between a lobster and a manta ray, and whose dietary preferences seemed to exclude rocks but absolutely nothing else.
Is there heat coming off this thing or is it just happy to see me?
We stayed where we were, soaking up the heat we’d lost; and that night, under a gorgeous full moon, we realized the sky was all crazy. None of the stars we knew, nor any of the galaxies, were where they belonged.
How could Charlie’s voyage from Minerva to our moon have taken only two days?
This floored me yesterday:
Well done, Fitz, well done
The bad news is we got eight hours in this can blowing down, and the worse news is it’s gonna take us three weeks to decompress later.
Ariadne, youngest daughter, drops tin cans into the water.
[Theme from Jaws begins.]
Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?
“how would you like some nice terran federation space forces emergency ration, extraterrestrial, type three?”
Not that “tidbit” was actually a word she would normally consider applying to Peep emergency rations. Prior to her arrival on Hell, she’d thought nothing could possibly taste worse than RMN e-rats.
Well, you learn something new everyday, I suppose.
The aromatic herb spread, passed around with the bread, bore no relation to butter… Bug vomit. They’ve slipped in that damned bug vomit.