The Gods Give No Gifts Without Hooks

It's An Ancient And Honorable Term For The Final Step In Any Engineering Project. Turn It On, See If It Smokes.

Miles Clutched Quinn's Elbow. "don't Panic." "i'm Not Panicking," Quinn Observed, "i'm Watching You Panic. It's More Entertaining .

It's A Bizarre But Wonderful Feeling, To Arrive Dead Center Of A Target You Didn't Even Know You Were Aiming For.

I've Got Forward Momentum. There's No Virtue In It. It's Just A Balancing Act. I Don't Dare Stop.

There Is No More Hollow Feeling Than To Stand With Your Honor Shattered At Your Feet While Soaring Public Reputation Wraps You In Rewards. That's Soul-destroying. The Other Way Around Is Merely Very, Very Irritating.