“I wanted to just sink into my media downloads for a while and pretend I didn't exist.” — Martha Wells Copy Share Image
“This is how we fight: throw ourselves at each other and see whose parts give out first.” — Martha Wells Copy Share
“About forty turns ago there was a colony in the east, and a warrior named Swift, who had to change her name to Sorrow...” — Martha Wells Copy Share
“Why, thank you for your permission, Tremaine.” Tremaine made a derisive noise, unimpressed. “Somebody’s got to give you permission, if you won’t give it… — Martha Wells Copy Share
“This is why I didn’t want to come. I’ve got four perfectly good humans here and I didn’t want them to get killed by… — Martha Wells Copy Share
“We’re not murderers, Tremaine. We’re killers. There’s a difference. A small difference, but a difference nonetheless.” — Martha Wells Copy Share
“Nicholas, dressed in black and trailing them like a sinister storm cloud, had a dry little preoccupied smile.” — Martha Wells Copy Share
“The report was so loud Nicholas thought the guard had fired into his head. He staggered as the man’s grip fell away, his hand… — Martha Wells Copy Share
“Also, if I’m not in the armor then it’s because I’m wounded and one of my organic parts may fall off and plop on… — Martha Wells Copy Share
“I thought I had one of your father, but it didn’t develop.” Tremaine nodded ruefully. “It’s the silver nitrate in the film stock. He… — Martha Wells Copy Share
“It calls itself ‘Murderbot,’” Gurathin said. I opened my eyes and looked at him; I couldn’t stop myself. From their expressions I knew everything… — Martha Wells Copy Share
“The humans hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep last night, from the crowding and the strong possibility of dying.” — Martha Wells Copy Share
“Moon couldn’t think of anything reassuring to say. They were trapped inside a leviathan, standing in a tunnel gnawed out by giant parasites. Going… — Martha Wells Copy Share
“It's not going to make a very good story, in the annals of my time as sister queen.” She quoted dryly, “‘Then her consort… — Martha Wells Copy Share
Flower lifted a brow, dubious. 'You have to pay for a place to be dead in?' Moon shrugged. 'Sometimes, in cities. It’s a groundling… — Martha Wells Copy Share
“Morane gestured them to some seats near the front, but close to the archway. Probably Nicholas’s preference, in case someone threw a bomb. Or… — Martha Wells Copy Share
