She thought of the orchids spreading across the plains below, choking the life out of other plants, out of the soil itself, selfish and unstoppable. Tally Youngblood was a weed. And, unlike the orchids, she wasn't even a pretty one.

Come on, it's almost midnight. Let's go watch them cut the cake.

Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.

Luckily for writers - and unluckily for history - every scientific idea creates human conflict.

Junkies might be easy to knock down, but they're never fragile. They have souls like old leather shoes studded with steel, and they're about as much good as friends.

Have a little faith in me, Volger." "I have great faith, tempered with vast annoyance.

They walked with a pedatory grace.... one of them ripped off their hood and said, "my name is Tally Youngblood and is a special circumstance".