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Utopia Minus One
He nodded. “Yes. Continue your walk. Get familiar with the place. Let me know if you encounter any friction.”
I chewed my lip, wondering what that could mean.
“How will I find you?” I asked instead.
He smiled. “Oh, you won’t need to. I’ll be watching.”
The Heretic of Ugvar-Zad
The high cleric smiled. He’d perfected that smile. Smooth words, and sweet gestures; these were the tools of his trade. But they deflected off the man of war like drops of water rolling down glass.
Mirror Sphere
"Hunting," said Sam.
"Flirting," said Felizitas, at the same time.
They stared at each other across the table, while the dark sphere floated on the screen in her periphery. Sam was frowning at her. She frowned right back at him. When he began to speak, she talked over him.
Weaverville
It wasn't true. He was listening. But Derek wasn’t ready to make any concessions. Not yet. He started to say something to head this off, but his father’s expression stopped him. The man’s face was a mask of confusion. Even fear.