So I become
my blinding self:
— Remica L Bingham, from “What We Ask of Flesh”
We are under way.
— Elizabeth Bear, from Dust
As evening fell and they settled down into the first stage of their long journey, Tryfan thought to himself that if he ever did become a scribemole, then perhaps, with the Stone’s grace, he might one day record all that Boswell was beginning to tell him now of the story of Bracken and his beloved Rebecca.
— William Horwood, from Duncton Wood
'[The universe owes us forever.] And our eternity starts now.'
— Rachel Vincent, from With All My Soul
[It was George, sounding the wasteland for an echo from the missing members of his family.] But for me it was a voice which spoke of the lost world which once was ours before we chose the alien role; a world in which I had glimpsed and almost entered… only to be excluded, at the end, by my own self.
— Farley Mowat, from Never Cry Wolf
The message was short: No worries.
K.A. Applegate, from The Unexpected