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He was a man in his prime, physically fit and without injury, but his muscles ached from sitting still too long, and his head felt like it had been stuffed with the honey of dreams, sticky and thick.

— Fevered Star by Rebecca Roanhorse

Only a fool builds her home on a turtle’s back and complains when it swims away.

— Fevered Star by Rebecca Roanhorse

Magic is chaos. Seek it out at your peril.

— Fevered Star by Rebecca Roanhorse

Have you forgotten what we do here? We are breaking worlds, realigning the very course of the heavens.

— Fevered Star by Rebecca Roanhorse

Of course, considering that he came from a young country that had been founded only about 250 years ago, it was understandable that his own culinary culture had progressed but a few steps beyond tossing the meat over an open fire after skinning the kill.

— Waste Tide by Chen Qiufan

All the noises had mixed together and knit into a textureless wall that buzzed and pressed against her auditory nerves.

— Waste Tide by Chen Qiufan

In this world, there are many forms of cleanliness, many forms of fairness, and many forms of happiness. All we can do is to choose from among them, or to have our choices be made for us.

— Waste Tide by Chen Qiufan

It’s like we are holding on to a rope looped around our necks. The harder we pull, the less we can breathe. But if we let go, we’ll fall into the bottomless pit below and drown.

— Waste Tide by Chen Qiufan

We’re old and can’t shift from our familiar nests, but the young are different. They’re blank sheets of paper, full of potential for new pictures.

— Waste Tide by Chen Qiufan