“Real destiny takes everything—the last drop of blood, and strip out your veins to be sure—and gives it back doubled. Quadrupled. A… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Hunting hawks did not belong in cages, no matter how much a man coveted their grace, no matter how golden the bars.… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Vormurtos leaned on the frame with his arms crossed, and failed to move aside. At Miles's polite, "Excuse us, please," Vormurtos pursed… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
