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“Red, orange and green geometric designs painted its body as well as the flimsy collar around its neck. The creature flicked its tail and blinked its deep-set eyes, apparently oblivious to their presence.
"That's a yraglian lizards," Deven whispered. "We need to stay back. They smell really bad if you upset them. I mean, really, really bad."
Dirck nodded, unsurprised that the first native creature he encountered on Cyraria represented it so well.”
― Marcha A. Fox, A Dark of Endless Days

“Red, orange and green geometric designs painted its body as well as the flimsy collar around its neck. The creature flicked its tail and blinked its deep-set eyes, apparently oblivious to their presence.
"That's a yraglian lizard," Deven whispered. "We need to stay back. They smell really bad if you upset them. I mean, really, really bad."
Dirck nodded, unsurprised that the first native creature he encountered on Cyraria represented it so well.”
― Marcha A. Fox, A Dark of Endless Days

“Dirck bolted to his feet and peered out the window. It wasn't a storm. It was worse. An armored transport had stopped outside. Seven commandos, maybe more, stepped from its confines, each in shielded yellow armor, hostile in Zinni's searing light.”
― Marcha A. Fox, A Dark of Endless Days

“Win likewise lifted his visor, gaze steady in return. 'My unofficial duties are another story. Real unofficial. I'd have a record that would make your father's look like docking violations if I ever got caught.”
― Marcha A. Fox, A Dark of Endless Days

“The shield went down for such a brief moment that, when it sealed again, the tail of the lasomag charge deflected wildly. Adrenaline fired, he dove for the floor, heart racing, as the flash burst backwards, striking someone in Theta's section. Panic swelled in a shrieking roar, front to back, some scattering, others frozen in place.”
― Marcha A. Fox, A Psilent Place Below

“Oh, yeah. They killed him, all right. Some guy, who just happened to be linked to Troy, walked into a Territorial Caucus and toasted him with a lasomag.”
― Marcha A. Fox, A Psilent Place Below

“The chamber grew suddenly silent, the only other person with first-hand knowledge of the matter staring pensively at the floor.”
― Marcha A. Fox, A Psilent Place Below

“Creena's eyes met his and her heart leapt with raw, uncontained emotion.”
― Marcha A. Fox, A Psilent Place Below

“With his hair tied back and about three days worth of beard Win looked more like a vagrant than a comm guru. Except for those keen, blue eyes. Eyes currently alive with that uncomfortable piercing quality, as if he were reading his mind.”
― Marcha A. Fox, A Psilent Place Below