Some quotes from what I think is my favourite book:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Our family\u2019s symbol was a black cinquefoil; his was a pair of intermeshing cogs, the emblem painted on the ship\u2019s sleek, flanged hull.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2018A wind-up toy that walks and talks.\u2019 The avatar\u2019s harlequin face creased into an expression of abject disgust. \u2018Haunted clockwork!\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are a bookworm who has tunnelled through the pages of history. Is that not so?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If my years as a shatterling had taught me anything, it was that not all questions had answers. Societies had reduced themselves to radioactive dust because they could not accept that single unpalatable truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That it was a Homunculus weapon was beyond argument: I was seeing it from a foreshortened perspective, but Dalliance was able to extrapolate its true form, and the delicate, slender-stalked flower-like shape, its maw a coronet of diaphanous petals, veined like dragonfly wings, was an uncanny match against data in the trove.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Their surgeons had patched him back together and given him the eye – the height of their cyberscience. It was a thing of laughable crudity by Line standards, like a peg-leg or a wooden hand fixed in one position.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything came and went, everything was new and bright with promise once and old and worn out later, and everything left a small, diminishing stain on eternity, a mark that time would eventually erase.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He vowed to remake himself from the bottom up, reorganising his basic architecture from the very foundations of his mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He just became something weirder, larger, faster than he had been before. The old mansion was now a shining, rationally organised edifice.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Some quotes from what I think is my favourite book: Our family\u2019s symbol was a black cinquefoil; his was a pair of intermeshing cogs, the emblem painted on the ship\u2019s<\/p>\n