Martha Wells Quotes & Sayings
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Famous Quotes By Martha Wells
It's not going to make a very good story, in the annals of my time as sister queen." She quoted dryly, "'Then her consort jumped up and knocked the foreign queen unconscious with a kettle. — Martha Wells
I'm tired of entirely new things," Tremaine said. "I don't understand most of the old things yet. — Martha Wells
I do like to write about characters who aren't just starting out, who have had adventures before, who have had a past they aren't that happy looking back on. — Martha Wells
Flower lifted a brow, dubious. 'You have to pay for a place to be dead in?'
Moon shrugged. 'Sometimes, in cities. It's a groundling thing. — Martha Wells
Why, thank you for your permission, Tremaine." Tremaine made a derisive noise, unimpressed. "Somebody's got to give you permission, if you won't give it to yourself. — Martha Wells
Not every problem can be solved by you trying to get yourself killed. — Martha Wells
Doing a movie of one of the Raksura books would involve a lot of CGI, but I have thought about who I'd like to play the characters. Some of them I just can't pin down to a specific actor, and I keep revising my mental list. — Martha Wells
Oh, I've no sense of self-preservation," Reynard replied easily. "That's what I depend on you for. — Martha Wells
The report was so loud Nicholas thought the guard had fired into his head. He staggered as the man's grip fell away, his hand going to his cheek. He felt the warm wetness of blood, but it wasn't his. He looked for the Gardier and saw him sprawled on the ground, one neat bullet hole in his forehead. He straightened up, reaching for a handkerchief until he remembered the damn uniform jacket had no pockets. Wiping the blood away with his hand, he said under his breath, "I knew emphasizing firearms training over deportment lessons would benefit in the long run."
His daughter moved toward him, lowering the pistol, staring. — Martha Wells
About forty turns ago there was a colony in the east, and a warrior named Swift, who had to change her name to Sorrow ... — Martha Wells
Octave staggered to his feet, his stick swinging back to point toward Nicholas. He felt a wave of heat and saw spellfire crackle along the length of polished wood, preparing itself for another explosive burst. Crack was moving toward Octave, but Madeline shouted, "Get back!"
Nicholas ducked, as a shot exploded behind him. Octave fell backward on the carpet and the blue lightning flared once and vanished with a sharp crackle.
Nicholas looked at Madeline. She stepped forward, holding a small double-action revolver carefully and frowning down at the corpse. He said, "I wondered what you were waiting for."
"You were in my line of fire, dear," she said, preoccupied. "But look. — Martha Wells
She was beginning to recognize it as the feeling of anger taken to such a level it was no longer possible to separate it from any other emotion or thought. In a way, it was a liberating sensation. — Martha Wells
His biggest rule was that you didn't involve anyone who wasn't already playing the game. Or, as he phrased it, if you have to kill innocent bystanders, then your planning is at fault and someone should best eliminate you. — Martha Wells
Moon couldn't think of anything reassuring to say. They were trapped inside a leviathan, standing in a tunnel gnawed out by giant parasites. Going blank with terror was a perfectly rational way to react, especially for a groundling. — Martha Wells
I think it's also safe to say genre TV and movies were a big influence - the first stories I ever tried to write were Godzilla fan fiction when I was in elementary school, complete with elaborate maps of Monster Island made with multiple sheets of typing paper and nearly six feet wide. I kind of wish I still had those. — Martha Wells
I don't think I can pick apart how I was influenced by which author. But these were the authors whose books I went back to again and again when I was in high school and college, when I first started trying to write stories. — Martha Wells
Nicholas, dressed in black and trailing them like a sinister storm cloud, had a dry little preoccupied smile. — Martha Wells
I know that by the time I was in middle school, Andre Norton was definitely my favorite author. — Martha Wells
And "weak" wasn't really the right word for what Shade meant. What he was trying to say was harder to express. It was giving in to feelings other people thought you were supposed to have about things that shouldn't have happened to you in the first place, but were not like the actual feelings you did have. There wasn't a word for that in Raksuran or Altanic or Kedaic or any other language Moon knew. Moon said, "It's not weak." The — Martha Wells
Join the Rienish navy. See unusual sights. Never sleep with the lights out again. — Martha Wells
I have a plan." This was true. "I just don't know whether it will actually work or not." This, unfortunately, was also true. — Martha Wells
I thought I had one of your father, but it didn't develop." Tremaine nodded ruefully. "It's the silver nitrate in the film stock. He doesn't show up on it." Giaren stared at her blankly. "That was a joke," she added belatedly. "Oh." He sounded relieved. — Martha Wells
The public library my parents took me to in Fort Worth had the children's section next to the SF/F section, so I was reading adult SF/F at a very young age. — Martha Wells
Morane gestured them to some seats near the front, but close to the archway. Probably Nicholas's preference, in case someone threw a bomb. Or in case he decided to throw one. — Martha Wells
Annoying people is something of a talent of mine. I gave it up for a while, but lately it's started to come back to me. — Martha Wells
If you raise a daughter to be both independent and an excellent marksman, you have to accept the fact that your control over her actions is at an end. — Martha Wells
Yes, talk to Murderbot about its feelings. The idea was so painful I dropped to 97 percent efficiency. I'd rather climb back into Hostile One's mouth. I — Martha Wells