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'So Paolo scrambled from my shoulders up the chain, took a prison blanket from around his neck and tossed it over the barbed wire, which his weight had pulled flat.
Gigantic though it is, its mass is far too small-in fact, not enough to perturb the planets identifiably. Besides, a natural body would form a spheroid.
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Only one maester in a hundred wears such a link. This signifies that I have studied what the Citadel calls the higher mysteries-magic, for want of a better word.
There was no telling where the Others had originally placed their device, except that presumably it was not in a sixty-degree position. Maybe it had once been straight across from the living u.s. world, like the ones at Sol and Centrum and stars elsewhere known to the Betans.
.. we practise a game,' Nathan answered. The Szgany Lidesci, all of us. A very special game.' 'Oh?' Lardis grunted. 'We'll have time for playing games, will we?
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Kissoon was dead and it would not be bad to die now, knowing the Iad would be swept away in the same moment. Go on, she said to the bomb, trying to sustain the bliss she felt until the flesh was burned off her bones.
It had a chain on it. She hooked the chain to her belt and led me around by that collar like an animal. When she would attach the chain to some resting place, I couldn't move it.
For they had heard a legend from their grandfathers, who had heard it from their grandfathers, that one day I would return. In 1206 two of my mercenary Szgany had come home the same two taken for questioning on the night of Crusader cowardice and treachery, whose lives had been spared and they had returned to foster an awesome myth.