We are the hunters---and we are also the bait.

He barely knew I existed. I knew some of the same people he knew, but I was a girl in the background, several degrees of seperation removed.

Great sci-fi has never shied from tackling the Big Questions, though really great sci-fi never forgets to entertain us along the way. Shock and awe applies to art, as well.

There's a hero in every heart waiting for the dragon to come out.

What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us. You're beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us. We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

I was woefully ignorant in the social graces. I was being raised, after all, by Pellinore Warthrop.

In case you're an alien and you're reading this: BITE ME.