#borders of infinity

[vicarofhobbiton]

Borders of Infinity (collection)

Mountains of Mourning

Story of Miles' life that the cleverest possible solution is never ever gonna make Miles not terribly sad. Oh buddy.

Labyrinth

Illyan: I need an exact explanation of where Barrayar's money went on your mission to Capitalist Crimes Planet.

*record scratch* *screen blur*

Miles: Yep, that's me sopping wet in a murder basement--it's not the sexy dungeon cause that costs extra but non-sexy dungeons seem like a skill issue to me--making enthusiastic love to a Giant Woman who is also a genetically engineered Minotaur. Fyi, she is hot and this is excellent. But you're probably wondering how I got into this situation.

Illyan: I am not. Less exact would be okay come to think of it.

Borders of Infinity

Just imagining Elena and Elli surveilling the prison camp like--

Elli: "Uh oh, guy we were supposed to extract doesn't look so good. How do we get Miles out?"

Elena: "Wait, Miles is... doing a very small cult now?"

Elli: "Why is he doing a cult?"

Elena: "... You never heard how the Dendarii Mercenaries started."

Elli: "Stop cackling or you'll blow our cover."

Elana: "Mmmpffhsnort."

Elli: "Why is he like this?"

Elana: "We're gonna need all the ships."

[wearethekat]

The woman in charge had clearly been a frontline trooper once, not a tech like the majority of the females. She had certainly not acquired the muscles that flowed like braided leather cords beneath her skin from crouching by the hour in front of a holovid display in some rear-echelon underground post. She had toted the real weapons that spat real death, and sometimes broke down; had rammed against the limits of what could really be done by flesh and bone and metal, and been marked by that deforming press. Illusion had been burned out of her like an infection, leaving a cauterized scar. Rage burned permanently in her eyes like a fire in a coal seam, underground and unquenchable. She might be thirty-five, or forty.

Lois McMaster Bujold, Borders of Infinity

[drethelin]

Now, there's this about cynicism, Sergeant. It's the universe's most supine moral position. Real comfortable. If nothing can be done, then you're not some kind of shit for not doing it, and you can lie there and stink to yourself in perfect peace.

Miles Vorkosigan, Borders of Infinity

[artfrostedleaf]

A short scene from the short story Borders of Infinity by Lois McMaster Bujold. Because who doesn’t like a charismatic "clerk” and his imaginary hat?

[aquitainequeen]

Harra made a little bowl in the dirt atop the grave and piled in some twigs and bark scraps and a sawed-off strand of her lank hair. Miles, caught short, felt in his pockets. "I have no offering on me that will burn," he said apologetically. Harra glanced up, surprised at even the implied offer. "No matter, m'lord." Her little pile of scraps flared briefly and went out, like her infant Raina's life. 'But it does matter,' thought Miles. 'Peace to you, small lady, after our rude invasions. I will give you a better sacrifice, I swear by my word as Vorkosigan. And the smoke of that burning will rise and be seen from one end of these mountains to the other.'

The Mountains of Mourning, Borders of Infinity, Lois McMaster Bujold

[goobergunch]

Cover by Gary Ruddell, 1989.

[ariannon]

The Vorkosigan Saga // Borders of Infinity

The Mountains of Mourning / Labyrinth / The Borders of Infinity

[harrypotterhousequotes]

RAVENCLAW: "Men may move mountains, but ideas move men." –Lois McMaster Bujold (Borders of Infinity)