Lois McMaster
Lois McMaster
echoes doe repeats
History does not so much repeat as echo, I suppose.
power weakness illusion
If power was an illusion, wasn't weakness necessarily one also?
dream people grows
Some people grow into their dreams, instead of out of them.
honesty doe ifs
If the truth doesn't save us, what does that say about us?
feet soul feelings
There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honor shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. That's soul-destroying. The other way around is merely very, very irritating.
character guy plot
The rule for finding plots for character-centered novels, which is to ask: 'So what's the worst possible thing I can do to *this* guy?' And then do it.
pain garden soul
When the souls rise up in glory, yours shall not be shunned nor sunderered, but shall be the prize of the gods' gardens. Even your darkness shall be treasured then, and all your pain made holy.
moving tired hands
His outflung hands traced over the threads of his rug, passed loop by loop through some patient woman's hands. Or maybe she hadn't been patient. Maybe she'd been tired, or irritated, or distracted, or hungry, or angry. Maybe she had been dying. But her hands had kept moving, all the same.
escaping climbing-up pages
Miles is... Miles; close to a force of nature, climbing up out of his own pages and escaping subordination to any opinion of mine.
want invisible-monsters action
If you can't do what you want, do what you can.
army weapons if-i-could
Yes," Vorkosigan agreed, "I could take over the universe with this army if I could ever get all their weapons pointed in the same direction.
suicidal luxury glory
Suicidal glory is the luxury of the irresponsible.
height faces doe
A true Vor, Miles told himself severely, does not bury his face in his liegewoman's breasts and cry--even if he is at a convenient height for it.
growing-up growing finished
Growing up, I have discovered over time, is rather like housework: never finished.