Ocean's Echo

I used to be unusable because I was a mess," Tennal said. "Now I've spent time as a ranker and time as an officer, and you know what? Now I'm unusable by choice.

We have solved your situation for you," Tennal announced grandly. "You haven't!" Zin said. "You absolutely haven't!" "We have fucked up the situation," Tennal amended, just as grandly, "in a new and interesting way.

It's not fair for goats to be in space, sir. They don't know which way is up.

Just because someone else is okay doesn’t mean you had to be.

It's not fair. It's not equal. You have to let things go, over and over and over again. But it's mine, and it's important, and I'm doing what I can.

He hadn’t considered it might be possible to cause more low-level chaos with a rule book than without.

Society isn't something you can just snap your fingers and change.

Surit worked in a universe of fixed possibilities. Tennal was a chaos event. Surit was drawn to it like a gravity well.

This is nothing. One more incredibly dumb problem to baffle my therapist with.

Surit knew his own tendencies, which had nothing to do with gender and everything to do with people who were lightning strikes on dead land.

You’re just standing there smiling,” Tennal said suspiciously. “Yeah,” Surit said. He didn’t see any reason to hide it now. “You’re here.

The line of Tennal's throat was outlined in crimson and blue light thrown from a sign opposite. Surit knew his own tendencies, which had nothing to do with gender and everything to do with people who were lightning strikes on dead land.