Like the minor poet who knows the meanness of his gift, I am doomed to a lifetime of frustration: to be able to comprehend beauty, but not create it.
Elizabeth BearThe words were low, more shape than breath.
Elizabeth BearMay I know your name, sir?"
The smile rearranged his face under the terrible scars. "Nezahualcoyotl. Michel Nezahualcoyotl. Charmed.
You know," he said, "every time a vampire says he doesn't believe in lycanthropes, a werewolf bursts into flames.
Elizabeth BearMots clés belief vampires werewolves
The kiss tasted of bitter sleep, the sourness of the wine. Something brought by each of them.
Elizabeth BearHer neural pattern must remain intact for the time being, as it was still necessary that she stay herself. Changes to her identity would eventually become inevitable, but those would have to wait until she no longer needed the cloak of who she was.
Elizabeth BearThe older he got, the simpler the world was revealed to be.
Elizabeth BearEvery one of us is a minor tragedy. Most of us learn to cope.
Elizabeth BearBut Doc knew that was the key to successful lying. People judged what other people would do by what they themselves would do. You could tell a hell of a lot about a man by what he assumed others got up to. If you're looking for a thief, bet on the man who's always accusing his neighbors.
Elizabeth BearMy love is not water in a bucket, you know. It's not as if someone else can drink it all up and leave none left for you.
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