“Fear would come in time, no doubt, but that did not mean she had to issue it a formal invitation.” — C.S. Friedman Copy Share Image
All about us were people. Perhaps a hundred. Men. Experience had taught me that humans were cruelest when segregated by sex, and the cold feeling in the pit of my stomach became led. What had I let myself in for? — C.S. Friedman Copy Share Image
“Connecting to the outernet was less of a shock this time, as the monitor gave him a sense of distance from it, but it… — C.S. Friedman Copy Share Image
“He’d once had to fight off a pack of ghouls in below-zero weather with nothing on but a pair of socks, and it wasn’t… — C.S. Friedman Copy Share Image
“It is in the nature of man that he is antagonistic toward the others of his sex. Each man sees in another a potential… — C.S. Friedman Copy Share Image
“The more I think about it, the more it frightens me." "So why are you getting involved?" He shut his eyes. "So I can… — C.S. Friedman Copy Share Image
I sold my soul for knowledge of the future, only to have that very pact render me forever ignorant (Gerald Tarrant). — C.S. Friedman Copy Share Image
What is a child?" he asks her. The diamond gaze does not flinch. "Creatures that are sold on the street by their parents, to… — C.S. Friedman Copy Share Image
“Look," she told me. "A good kreda is very hard to find. I invested a lot of time and memory in you. I had… — C.S. Friedman Copy Share Image
“It struck Hsing suddenly that Masada didn't even understand the nature of his own genius. To him the patterns of thought and motive that… — C.S. Friedman Copy Share Image
“Amazing, is it not, that in the face of death we hunger for distraction, and are wont to focus on other things, trivial things,… — C.S. Friedman Copy Share Image
“Fear would come in time, no doubt, but that did not mean she had to issue it a formal invitation.” — C.S. Friedman Copy Share Image
In a world where data is coin of the realm, and transmissions are guarded by no better sentinels than man-made codes and corruptible devices,… — C.S. Friedman Copy Share Image
