“Utopias bore me. I'm interested in constructing messy, complicated societies that are full of flaws and then saying, ooh, this is interesting, let's see what happens if I poke it here. And concurrently with this and the previous point, I'm… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
Matriarchy is a time-honored staple for any writer looking to invent an exotic society. — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“She reached out with her free hand, and when it came back, it glowed with a shaft of impossible light.” — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“Just as Manda Lewis's impressions of the world had been informed by her reading-- leading her to expect balls, duels, and conveniently timed thunderstorms… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“And all the while I have people telling me, at least you still have something of your husband . Do they mean the book… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“More shouts, and then my father was there, staring down at me in horror: the minor pagan god, appalled at what his worshiper had… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“I wish it could have been otherwise. But in the end … this is part of our past, whether we are proud to admit it… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
But coming to terms with one’s sorrow is one thing; sharing it with strangers is quite another. — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“Their characteristics are well-known. They're beautiful -- when they're not astoundingly ugly. They're both goddesses for men to worship, and demons for them to… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“When I finally did confront Mr. Arcott, after my return to Falchester, he had the cheek to try and argue that his intellectual thievery… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“You may think you see plenty of stars, friend reader, but you are wrong. Night is both blacker and more brilliant than you can… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“Utopias bore me. I'm interested in constructing messy, complicated societies that are full of flaws and then saying, ooh, this is interesting, let's see… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“This was London, in all its filth and glory. Nostalgic for the past, while yearning to cast off the chains of bygone ages and… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
