People will believe in just about any kind of superstitious crap nowadays. - Michael Swanwick

I am playing a game called Futility," she said. Are you familiar with it?
"How does one win?"
"You don't. You can only postpone losing. I've managed to keep this particular game going for years.

I’ll have to throw it at him, Rebel thought. Swing it up, catch him under the jaw, break a few teeth. Then grab the knife and hold him for the security people. That was a good plan. It ranked right up there with suddenly learning how to teleport.

Incolore sighed. “The loyalty of the systematically betrayed. Is there anything sadder?”