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“Look, without our stories, without the true nature and reality of who we are as People of Color, nothing about fanboy or fangirl culture would make sense. What I mean by that is: if it wasn't for race, X-Men doesn't sense. If it wasn't for the history of breeding human beings in the New World through chattel slavery, Dune doesn't make sense. If it wasn't for the history of colonialism and imperialism, Star Wars doesn't make sense. If it wasn't for the extermination of so many Indigenous First Nations, most of what we call science fiction’s contact stories doesn't make sense. Without us as the secret sauce, none of this works, and it is about time that we understood that we are the Force that holds the Star Wars universe together. We’re the Prime Directive that makes Star Trek possible, yeah. In the Green Lantern Corps, we are the oath. We are all of these things—erased, and yet without us—we are essential.”
― Junot Díaz

“Burying your head in the sand does not make you invisible it only leads to suffocation.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman, Veterans of the Psychic Wars

“I see you have returned, my love; and your mood is as dark as ever. Did your soldiers not adore you to your complete satisfaction?”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman, Veterans of the Psychic Wars

“Glenn used to say the reason you can't really imagine yourself being dead was that as soon as you say, "I'll be dead," you've said the word I, and so you're still alive inside the sentence. And that's how people got the idea of immortality of the soul - it was a consequence of grammar. And so was God, because as soon as there's a past tense, there has to be a past before the past, and you keep going back in time until you get to I don't know, and that's what God is. It's what you don't know - the dark, the hidden, the underside of the visible, and all because we have grammar, and grammar would be impossible without the FoxP2 gene; so God is a brain mutation, and that gene is the same one birds need for singing. So music is built in, Glenn said: It's knitted into us. It would be very hard to amputate it because it's an essential part of us, like water.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Year of the Flood

“So High,
So Low,
So Many Things to Know”
― Vernor Vinge, A Deepness in the Sky

“It's Halloween, you can tell everyone you're going as your favorite Steampunck character."
"I don't even know what that is!"
"Because your generation has no taste in speculative science fiction.”
― Girl vs Monster

“Growth of consciousness does not depend on the might of the intellect but on the conviction of the heart.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman, Veterans of the Psychic Wars

“You crave winning and fear losing instead of just doing. To succeed you must remove your self-imposed limitations.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman, Veterans of the Psychic Wars

“Fleur to Doral:
"My love for you and Ari cannot be measured in words. It can only be measured by what I will do for you. Absolutely anything. By what I want for you. Absolutely everything. I would move Verdantia from her orbit to defend you from all that would hurt you." She rose and crossed to him, sliding into his lap and snuggling into his broad chest. She hugged him fiercely.

"You are mine, Doral, every bit as much as Ari. Those who hurt you do so at their peril.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Command

“Ari to Fleur:
"I made plans for your glorious self."
"Do they require nudity?"
"Extensive. Prolonged."
Fleur's smile was so wide he thought her jaw must hurt.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Command

“Traveling through space is for the birds. I’m bored…should’ve brought the wife.
Poseidon, the Okeanos Pantheon.”
― Yelle Hughes, Tritonium

“Asleep you can experience many hours whilst only a few waking moments have passed. This is why dreams are an ideal platform for training.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman, Veterans of the Psychic Wars

“A true master will not deceive an able disciple. You are hampered by the limits you set and no limit can be set on skill.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman, Veterans of the Psychic Wars

“Archie wasn't waiting for her at the attic. She didn't consider that. He was
probably giving her time to set and collect a trap, about a week or so as she guessed, a testing period. He couldn't trust her just yet, but she could tell that there was also more to it. He needed to distance himself, from her, because he was afraid to love her. That was it. Loving her was his flaw, weakness, and he could not have a weakness, not while at war. He wouldn't show up, not for some time. She knew that. The longer it would take for him to come back, the more he loved her.”
― Perie Wolford, Presence

“Good science fiction has its roots in good science.”
― Dan Brown, Angels & Demons

“If you get the urge, then write about it.”
― Terry Brooks

“Approaching the trail, he broke through the thicket a short distance ahead of the Empath. Causing the Empaths horse to startle as the surprised rider jerked on the reins. Cap was equally surprised to find a young girl before him instead of an older, experienced male Empath. Cap brought his horse to a quick halt. The young girl pulled a small knife from her boot and cautioned him. "I don't know where you came from, but I'm not easy prey.â€� Her voice shook slightly with fear as she raised the knife.
Not sure how to proceed, they stared silently at each other. Cap had always believed that Empaths didn't carry weapons. This pretty, chestnut haired girl couldn't be more than 18 years old. Her long straight tresses covered the spot on her jacket where the Empathic Emblem was usually worn, causing Cap to doubt she was the one he sought. Not wanting to frighten her any more than he already had, Cap tried to explain. "I'm Commander Caplin Taylor. I’m looking for an Empath that is headed for the Western Hunting Lodge.�
"My name is Kendra; I am the Empath you seek.� She answered cautiously, still holding the blade. A noise from the brush drew her attention as a small rodent pounced out, trying to evade an unseen predator. Cap was just close enough to lurch forward and snatch the dirk from her hand. Her head jerked back in alarm.
"Bosen May has been mauled by a Sraeb, his shoulder is a mass of pulp." Cap spoke quickly not wanting to hesitate any longer.
That was all Kendra needed to hear. She pushed her horse past him and headed quickly down the trail.
"Wait!" Cap called after her, turning his horse around. Reining in the horse, she turned back to face him annoyed by the delay. "Are you a good horseman?" Cap asked, as he stuffed her dirk in his jacket.
"I've been in the saddle since I was a child." She answered, abruptly.
"Okay so just a few years then?" Cap's rebuke angered her. Jerking the horse back toward the trail, she ignored him.
"Wait, I'm sorry!" Cap called after her. "It's just that I know a quicker way, if you can handle some rough terrain."
"Let’s go then." Kendra replied, gruffly, turning back to face him.
Without another word, Cap dove back into the brush and the girl followed.”
― Alaina Stanford, Tempest Rise

“Love can provide strength when intellect can find no reason for it.”
― Susan Waterwyk, A Tale of Two Worlds

“May it be written. May it be done.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman, Veterans of the Psychic Wars

“It would not do to be Lord of a universe inhabited solely by serfs.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman, Veterans of the Psychic Wars

“Armon stared into the wild darkness of his opponent and saw a reflection of his own fall.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman, Veterans of the Psychic Wars

“She slept a dreamless sleep free of dragons for she had slain them once again. The Children of Ankh ”
― Kim Cormack

“Do I look that bad?â€� I said, my voice quavering with the rejection that I was ashamed for even caring about. ‘Is that what this is all about? How ugly I look?â€�
Patrick kept his eyes on the back wall of the cave.
‘If you really have to know, it’s the opposite of that,â€� he said, his voice taking on a tender tone. ‘I think you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
― Vanessa Garden, Carrier

“Isn’t antimatter what fuels the U.S.S.
Enterprise?”
― Dan Brown, Angels & Demons

“Brother, when you've been here as long as I have, you'll come to discover there are only one or two essential things worth living for. Unique to you and you alone. My honor is one of them for me. I keep my honor by keeping the relic out of their hands.”
― Brodi Ashton, Neverfall

“Refusing to listen to him any longer, Julian backs up. “Whenever you realize working together is in Summer’s best interest, come find me, Boy Scout. Until then, I’ll just pretend you don’t exist.â€� Then he walks away.
Gage glares at Julian’s retreating form. His hand scrapes through his hair as he fumes. A guttural roar of rage crawls up his throat, and he kicks the sand.
Damn him and his stupid logic. He’s right. And Gage knows he’s right. But that doesn’t mean he has to like it.”
― Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls

“Nothing haunts the world more than the words of the dead.”
― Susan Waterwyk, A Tale of Two Worlds

“There were two people…things at the cave entrance,â€� I whispered, shuffling as close to him as possible, my eyes trained on where the strangers had stood only seconds ago. At my words, Patrick seemed to jolt awake.
‘Sometimes the fire makes shadows when it’s dying,� he said, sitting up, his arm brushing against my side. ‘I’ve slept here many times and it happens,� he added.
‘No. They were real.� My thudding heart was like thunder in my ears. ‘They were really tall and pale, and blond, really, really blond.�
‘Maybe, as you were falling asleep tonight, you were thinking about the shadows at your window, which caused you to dream about two blond men?â€� His warm breath tickled my hair. ‘And maybe, deep down, you have a thing for blonds. I’m a little offended, actually.”
― Vanessa Garden, Carrier

“What’s with savage humans always wanting to cannibalize us?â€� Jaden asks as she runs past Summer to check for any more of the Tainted around the corner.
“They want to suck your blood,� Rob says in a Romanian accent.
Jaden snorts. Too bad humor won’t help them out of this mess.”
― Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls

“It hurts,â€� Summer cries, head shaking back and forth. “Please, make it stop.â€� Sweat beads on her forehead.
“What hurts?� Cameron asks.
“My eyes.�
Summer’s eyes open. Everyone gasps. They’re no longer blue; they appear bionic, like a circuit board’s inside her eyes. Panicked now, Summer reaches for her face. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
― Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls