“Are you sure this isn't instant boots?" asked Cordelia sadly, for in color, taste, and smell they closely resembled pulverized shoe leather pressed into wafers.” — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Sorry, Bill. I just have this awful vision of being p-peeled like an onion, looking for the seeds." He grinned. "Onions don't have seeds, Cordelia." "I stand corrected," she said dryly.” — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
