“Enochian was the wail of dying stars, the whisper of galaxies winging through the void, the gurgle of primordial oceans, the crackle of a cooling planet, the thunder of creation. And beneath it all , a simmering undercurrent of malevolence.” — Ian Tregillis Copy Share Image
“Then she rooted around until she found the bathroom medicine cabinet. It used to contain a bottle of aspirin. Now it contained her scream… — Ian Tregillis Copy Share Image
“Overwhelming: he could do anything he wanted. But the grand sum of anything-at-all was nothing-at-all. The topology of freedom offered no gradients to nudge… — Ian Tregillis Copy Share Image
“Wait," he said. "Before we leave, can I, um, can I see what you really look like now?" "Doofus. I look like your sister."… — Ian Tregillis Copy Share Image
“Enochian was the wail of dying stars, the whisper of galaxies winging through the void, the gurgle of primordial oceans, the crackle of a… — Ian Tregillis Copy Share Image
“Free Will was a vacuum, a negative space. It was the absence of coercion, the absence of compulsion, the absence of agony. A” — Ian Tregillis Copy Share Image
“The Pleroma is the totality. The superset. Magisteria are the subsets.” Eat your heart out, Bertrand Russell. “We all have one. Even you. Your… — Ian Tregillis Copy Share Image
