Issib wasn't thrilled to see him. I'm busy and don't need interruptions.' 'This is the household library,' said Nafai. 'This is where we always come to do research.' 'See? You're interrupting already.' 'Look, I didn't say anything, I just came in here, and you started picking at me the second I walked in the door.' 'I was hoping you'd walk back out.' 'I can't. Mother sent me here.' Nafai walked over behind Issib, who was floating comfortably in the air in front of his computer display. It was layered thirty pages deep, but each page had only a few words on it, so he could see almost everything at once. Like a game of solitaire, in which Issib was simply moving fragments from place to place. The fragments were all words in weird languages. The ones Nafai recognized were very old. 'What language is that?' Nafai asked pointing, to one. Issib signed. 'I'm so glad you're not interrupting me.' 'What is it, some ancient form of Vijati?' 'Very good. It's Slucajan, which came from Obilazati, the original form of Vijati. It's dead now.' 'I read Vijati, you know.' 'I don't.' 'Oh, so you're specializing in ancient, obscure languages that nobody speaks anymore, including you?' 'I'm not learning these languages, I'm researching lost words.' 'If the whole language is dead, then all the words are lost.' 'Words that used to have meanings, but that died out or survived only in idiomatic expressions. Like 'dancing bear.' What's a bear, do you know?' 'I don't know. I always thought it was some kind of graceful bird.' 'Wrong. It's an ancient mammal. Known only on Earth, I think, and not brought here. Or it died out soon. It was bigger than a man, very powerful. A predator.' 'And it danced?' 'The expression used to mean something absurdly clumsy. Like a dog walking on its hind legs.' 'And now it means the opposite. That's weird. How could it change?' 'Because there aren't any bears. THe meaning used to be obvious, because everybody knew a bear and how clumsy it would look, dancing. But when the bears were gone, the meaning could go anywhere. Now we use it for a person who's extremely deft in getting out of an embarrassing social situation. It's the only case that we use the word bear anymore. And you see a lot of people misspelling it, too.' 'Great stuff. You doing a linguistics project?' 'No.' 'What's this for, then?' 'Me.' 'Just collection old idioms?' 'Lost words.' 'Like bear? The word isn't lost, Issya. It's the bears that are gone.' 'Very good, Nyef. You get full credit for the assignment. Go away now.

— Orson Scott Card

Abel. I can’t let you…sell your body.”“The transaction is closer to a rental.

— Claudia Gray

Science fiction, to me, has not only things that wouldn't happen, but other planets.

— Margaret Atwood

I still have the scars from when they captured me and beat me in the middle of the street.'You don't get scars.'Emotional scars then.

— Amy Tintera

There are moments in time when the axis of the universe shifts, when life as you knew it is irrevocably altered. When the hiss and grind of the gears fell silent, some deeply rooted instinctive part of me knew this was one of those moments.

— Jennifer Silverwood

Why? Why did you kill them?”He laughed, recognizing it bore a frightening coldness. “Because you walked through the wrong door, and they paid you to do it. You will be a testament to the terror that arrives the moment you or anyone else crosses the invisible line you didn’t know existed until tonight. Spread the word.

— G.S. Jennsen

At one time, we all were Gods.

— Bjorn Street

Into the darkness with the light of the moon beaming upon me. Bathing in the luminosity of it awakening the demon that is me!

— Eve Masters

A head began emerging out of the darkness. It had two large antennae growing out of its forehead, with nothing recognizable as eyes. A mouth in the middle of its face opened in what I hoped was a smile. At least there weren't any sharp teeth.

— Mary G. Thompson

I focused the power from my armor into my leg and kicked the door in. The metal and plastic fibers splintered and the hinges ripped free from the wall.“By the way, boss,” HARV said. “I believe that the door was unlocked.

— John Zakour