I’m afraid even ImpSec has no explanation for women’s tastes in men.
Were you BORN inhuman or did you grow so by degrees?! MS, MD, PHD?
The shuttle bumped, bounced, banged, rocked, and roared out over the flat, cracked surface. She was sorry she had never made a pass at Leo. Clearly, you could die while waiting for other people to start your life for you. Her seat harness cut across her breasts as deceleration sucked her forward and the rumbling vibration rattled her teeth.
Between one breath and the next, the vision took him. It came not as a chain of reason, more words words words, but as a blinding image, all complete in its first moment, inherent, holistic, gestalt, inspired. Every hour of his life from now on would be but the linear exploration of its fullness.
Well, you go straight back to bed, then!” “Yes.” He wheeled. She swatted him on the butt. He bit his tongue. She said, “At least you’ve been eating better. Take care of yourself, huh?” He.
Something I did not know at twenty,” said Nikys slowly, “that I do know at thirty, is that when a woman marries a man, she marries his life. And it had better be the life she wants to lead.
Don’t let fear swallow all your happiness. Don’t forget to take joy.” Dag gulped. Both of their grounds were nearly closed. It was Arkady’s voice alone that hinted how hard-bought this bit of wisdom might’ve been, yet the words had been nearly toneless.
If she finished her work – hah, now there was a fantasy, this work would never be finished, only abandoned, or, all right, passed on – she might squeeze out another day off by next weekend.
Her lips curved up despite themselves at the memory of Oliver in the crystal canoe, gazing as entranced as a boy at his newly discovered underwater Sergyar.
Surrounded by them all, she was reminded of the old parental curse – May you have six children just like you. Except that this curse seemed to have gone awry. Miles would have reveled at six children just like himself; he’d have known exactly what to do. Instead, he seemed to have received six children, none in the least like himself, and furthermore, each one different from all the others. As parental revenges went, this was actually much better.
Must retire harder...
So the unknown breeds dragons in map margins, she reflected...
Barrayar is bred in my bones. I cannot shake it, no matter how far I travel. This struggle, God knows, has no honor in it. But exile, for no other motive than ease – that would be to give up all hope of honor. The last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.
Are you glad, or sorry?” “About children?” She glanced at his face. He seemed to have no awareness of having hit a sore point dead on. “They just haven’t come my way, I guess.” The.
Hm,” said the Count, rubbing his lips and regarding Miles with cool approval. “Interesting. Well. For your fourth consoling thought, I would point out that in this venue” – a wave of his finger took in Vorbarr Sultana, and by extension Barrayar – “acquiring a reputation as a slick and dangerous man, who would kill without compunction to obtain and protect his own, is not all bad. In fact, you might even find it useful.
The officer hurried up to him, and half-saluted. “Admiral Naismith?” Iverson was no one he knew; at this level of the echelon the man must take him for a valued, but non-Barrayaran, ImpSec hireling. “The one and only. You can tell your men to relax. The installation is secured.” “You secured it yourself?” Iverson asked in faint disbelief. “More or less.” “We’ve been looking for this place for two years!” Miles.
Is kidnapping kidnappers still kidnapping?” Miles mused. “Yes,” said Roic, unhelpfully. “Not that NewEgypt is likely to bring charges.” “Naw, they’d do something else.” “I am reminded. I could have Suze freeze and store them for us, I suppose. Technically.” Roic gave him the Look. “If push came to shove. As a Kibou-daini problem-solving technique, there seems to be precedent.” Roic said nothing, firmly.
The base doctor had no charts; Cordelia’s medical records were of course all behind enemy lines in Vorbarr Sultana at present. He shook his head and keyed up a new form on his report panel. “I’m sorry, Lady Vorkosigan. We’ll simply have to begin at the beginning. Please bear with me. Do I understand correctly you’ve had some sort of female trouble?” No, most of my troubles have been with males. Cordelia bit her tongue.
Heroes. They sprang up around him like weeds. A carrier, he was seemingly unable to catch the disease he spread.
In fifteen years, all those disturbing biological blobs would be out on Kareenburg’s streets, wearing strange fashions, listening to annoying music, and disagreeing politically with their beleaguered parents.