A man was loitering outside the bookshop.
— Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop by Hwang Bo-reum, Shanna Tan
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A man was loitering outside the bookshop.
— Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop by Hwang Bo-reum, Shanna Tan
Anything at the mercy of such a divine female must, to them, necessarily be a man.
— Steelflower at Sea (The Steelflower Chronicles) by Lilith Saintcrow
The fat-sailed high-prowed Taryam’ajak of Antai bit salt swells, singing of rigging and canvas strained by pressure, bound for home across the wide blue desert of the Lan’ai.
— Steelflower at Sea (The Steelflower Chronicles) by Lilith Saintcrow
I woke from a fuzzy trance with my mead-filled head ringing and four Hain Guards seeking to separate said head from my shoulders.
— Steelflower by Lilith Saintcrow (The Steelflower Chronicles, #1)
Nobody ever believed murders “just happened” around Mallory Viridian.
— Station Eternity by Mur Lafferty (The Midsolar Murders, #1)
This is going to be a bad job.
The walls of the estate emerged from the morning fog before me, long and dark and rounded like the skin of some beached sea creature.
In the early sun-swept hours of the morning, when purples and pinks smeared across the sky like blood, Firuz-e Jafari looked for a job.
Humans often say that they are made of stardust.
Wolfe Studios released a tarot deck’s worth of stories about me over the years.
— Siren Queen by Nghi Vo
Every morning just after dawn, Lin Chong taught a fight class for women.
It was much, much worse at night.
— Crossing the Line by Karen Traviss (The Wess'har Wars, #2)
The bot was immune to the snow, and so was Aras.
— City of Pearl by Karen Traviss (The Wess'har Wars, #1)
By the time Professor Richard Lovell found his way through Canton’s narrow alleys to the faded address in his diary, the boy was the only one in the house left alive.
— Babel: Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution by R.F. Kuang
The bells of the Palace of Stars were barely audible outside its walls.
— At the Feet of the Sun by Victoria Goddard (Lays of the Hearth-Fire, #2)
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