#korval

[anonymousdandelion]

For multiple reasons (not least, deference for the authors’ wishes) I do not write Liaden Universe fanfiction.

…but goodness gracious, in the exceedingly unlikely event that any of my Doctor Who friends have any idea what I’m talking about… just imagine the Doctor crossing paths with some members of Korval.

I’m just saying.

So many fun and also poignant character interactions to be had. And you cannot tell me that the Luck would not have an absolute field day with the meeting of its favorite psychic, star-sailing, ship-loving, dubiously sane pilots.

[anonymousdandelion]

Such was the tyranny of Korval’s genes, that, no matter how painful, they would always choose life.

- Dragon Ship, by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller

[bellamiaow]

Book Review: Ribbon Dance by Sharon Lee & Steve Miller

Ribbon Dance by Sharon Lee My rating: 5 of 5 stars I finished Ribbon Dance a couple of days ago. I took my time to savor the book rather than devouring it all in one go (or close) as I have done with other books in this series. It is immensely enjoyable and eminently satisfying. The book is densely plotted. Almost all of it takes place on Colemeno, a planet that was inaccessible to most of the…

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[tarnishedgoldenboy]

“It is not comfortable, to be an agent of change.” She shot him an especially sharp glance. “Nor is it comfortable, I imagine, to be change embodied.”

[iie-wakarimasen]

Brother, this boy is not a shopkeeper. Best for us all that we give him the stars.

Changeling

[iie-wakarimasen]

THE FIRST THING THEY told him when he emerged from the catastrophic healing unit was that his wife had died in the accident. The second thing they told him was that her Clan was pursuing retribution to the fullest extent of the Code.

Changeling

[iie-wakarimasen]

Such letters originated with the same sort of person who thought it . . . fitting . . . to invite him— as multi-season champion at pistol and short arms at Tey Dor’s— to join hunting parties on distant outworlds where he might slog through underbrush for days and fire mini-cannons at blameless creatures while enjoying the company of those to whom nothing was more pleasurable . . . He dropped both solicitations into the recycler.

Certain Symmetry

[iie-wakarimasen]

Clonak busied himself with another semi-disassembled piece of hardware, periodically professing himself or any number of other objects, deities, and people damned, stupid, absurd, or useless.

Breath's Duty