Once upon a time I was such a good liar; I could talk the fish right into my mouths.
Pham Nuwen plunked himself down, stretching indolently.
Technical people don't make good slaves. Without their wholehearted cooperation, things fall apart.
The voice was gentle, like a scalpel petting the short hairs of your throat.
We're endangered by our own success.
I have come to kill you."The death's heads shrugged. "You have come to try.