“And “weak” wasn’t really the right word for what Shade meant. What he was trying to say was harder to express. It was giving in to feelings other people thought you were supposed to have about things that shouldn’t have… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“We’re not murderers, Tremaine. We’re killers. There’s a difference. A small difference, but a difference nonetheless.” — Martha Wells Copy Share Image
“Nicholas, dressed in black and trailing them like a sinister storm cloud, had a dry little preoccupied smile.” — Martha Wells Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“The humans hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep last night, from the crowding and the strong possibility of dying.” — Martha Wells Copy Share Image
“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 Image
