by Lili St. Crow
“The little tingles all over her were a product of his nearness. Why did he do that? Was it just because he was a charmer from a pretty powerful clan, or was it something…personal…about him?”
-Page 163
“The little tingles all over her were a product of his nearness. Why did he do that? Was it just because he was a charmer from a pretty powerful clan, or was it something…personal…about him?”
-Page 163
“The renewed shock had nearly made him spill his drink. He drained it quickly before anything serious happened to it. He then had another quick one to follow the first one down and check that it was all right.”
“[he] sent a third drink down to see why the second hadn’t yet reported on the condition of the first.”
“He poured a drink down his other throat with the plan that it would head the previous one off at the pass, join forces with it and together they would get the second to pull itself together. Then all three would go off in search of the fuss, give it a good talking to and maybe a bit of a sing as well.
He felt uncertain as to whether the fourth drink has understood all that, so he sent down a fifth to explain the plan more fully and a sixth for moral support. “
-Pages 62 & 63
“Sometimes there is no happy choice, Sam, only one less grievous than the others.”
“You know, it’s at times like this,
when I’m trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse,
and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I’d listened to what my mother told me when I was young.”
“Why, what did she tell you?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t listen.”