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I like your coat," she announced, as if her approval of my dress were the supreme prize in a good-taste contest."Does that mean I get to see Jill?"She considered this. "Perhaps it does," she said."Just what are your intentions concerning my roommate?"I'm going to kidnap her and hold her for ransom."Really?" she said, appearing delighted. "How splendid."Or else I'll put her in a cage and show her for money, but I think you'd be more suitable for that role."She nodded. "Yes. The kidnapping is a much better idea." She stood straight and walked with exaggerated grace into the living room. There was a very nice wooden stairway, curving back on itself with a stained-glass window at the landing. She called, "Jill! Your kidnapper is here," and gave me a big smile."Aren't you going to come in?" she said."Only if you want me to. We kidnappers are very polite."Oh do, by all means.
We passed a street minstrel who was singing in one of the more obscure Eastern languages, and I dropped a few orbs into his instrument case. "Boss, was he singing what I thought he was singing?" "A young man tells his beloved of his love for her." " 'My little hairy testicle—' " "It's a cultural thing, Loiosh. You wouldn't understand.
A novel, in which all is created by the author's whim, must strike a more profound level of truth, or it is worthless."And yet, I have heard you say that any novel that relieves your ennui for an hour has proved its usefulness."You have a good memory. It must have been ten thousands of years ago that I uttered those words."And if it was?"In another ten thousand, perhaps I will agree with them again."In my opinion, the proper way to judge a novel is this: Does it give one an accurate reflection of the moods and characteristics of a particular group of people in a particular place at a particular time? If so, it has value. Otherwise, it has none."You do not find this rather narrow?"Mada?"Well?"I was quoting you.
Grand," I said. "Just grand. I get myself into the army, stand up in battles I have no business in, get nailed in the back by sorcery, accept an impossible assignment to be carried out in the middle of it all, and then, just to top things off, I have to go have a mystical fucking experience. This is just great.
In our memories, there is a graveyard where we bury our dead. They all lie there together, the loved ones and the ones we hated, friends and foes and kin, with no distinction among them. We have to mourn every one of them, because our memories have made them as much a part of us as our bones or our skin. If we don't, we've no right to remember anything at all.
...so I walked down to the operation nearest my office, a brothel, and found the manager. Before he could say anything, I pinned the right side of his cloak to the wall with a throwing knife, about knee level. I did the same with his left side. I put a shuriken into the wall next to each ear, close enough to cut. Then Loiosh went after him and raked his claws down the guy's face. I went up and hit him just below his sternum, then kneed him in the face when he doubled over. He began to understand that I wasn't happy.