“Tom just stood there, sword in hand, a huge grin on his lips. He stared at Medusa and Medusa stared at him, and in this moment that made his dreams come true, Tom could only think of one thing to… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Tom just stood there, sword in hand, a huge grin on his lips. He stared at Medusa and Medusa stared at him, and in… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“You're a spelling bee champ, aren't you, White Fang? How do you spell, 'If I don't learn to speak to my betters with more… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“He had to live out the entirety of his life as Dalton Prestwick. It was really a worse fate than anything Tom could inflict… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“If I met a horse that looked like you, I’d find that horse attractive.” — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“That's lucky?" Tom repeated bitterly. "Lucky now means 'worst case scenario ever,' then. That's great. Good to know." "Sir," Blackburn corrected. "You outrank me.… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Is that the only way?" Tom asked her. "Vik and I tried net-sending with a thought interface during Programming once, but I couldn't concentrate… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Medusa's lips split with that challenging smile, and for a second he recognized her somehow, he knew her on some primal level, the same way he'd recognized he behind the face of Brunhilde, the helmet of Achilles, or in hat ship maneuvering in space ,and then she flickered away. The simulation darkened around him. Tom pulled out his neural wire,… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share
“There's a dead guy on our floor," Tom pointed out. "Yeah, that's Beamer, our neighbor." Vik stepped over Tom's bed, and kicked open a… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“What's being crazy like?" Wyatt blurted. "That depends, Enslow. What's being tactless and completely inappropriate like?” — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“He began to understand suddenly what friends were for: they reminded you that things weren't so bad after all. Reminded you never to stop… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“If there was a horse and the horse looked like you, I would find that horse attractive.” — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Are you guys seriously messing around with real weapons?" she exclaimed. "It's like you want Darwin Awards!" Tom flushed, and set his gun back… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
