Quotes from Andre Norton

figure, still very still, with a pool of blood about the head. Vye

They were only two in the thin web of men strung out through centuries of time with orders to seek out that which did not fit properly into the pattern of the past: to locate the enemy wherever in history or prehistory he had gone to earth.

now accepted that Sander was again himself.

satisfaction and the outer lock shut

To the spectator the ex-Commando might be standing impassively, the meerkats clinging to him, his hand resting lightly on Surra's round skull, the eagle quiet on his shoulder. But an awareness, which was unuttered, unheard speech, linked him with animals and bird. The breadth of that communication could not be assessed outside a 'team,' but it forged them into a harmonious whole, which was a weapon if need be, a companionship always.

He was circling on a leading strap

Us way down to the body. There the bird

Kelson winced. "We lost seven good men in the last fight." "Good men die the same as bad ones," Storm said. "Maybe more often. They'll risk more to do what's right.

harsh and narrow taws no other race would accept Where

Racial mixtures after planet-wide wars, mutant births after the nuclear conflicts, had broken down the old intolerance against the different. And out in space thousands of intelligent life forms, encased in almost as many shapes and bodies, had given shape prejudice its final blow.

Men dream things — because men must have that which is beyond human reckoning to satisfy the need for comfort and a hedge against fear.

One of these was a cage of fine golden wire, within it a bird fashioned of tiny shells. And there were more baskets, made of cloves strung on wire with a glass bead inset on every wire crossing.

Ross Murdock wouldn't have seemed formidable to any one glancing casually at him as he sat within the detention cell. He was a little above average height, but not enough to make him noticeable. His brown hair was cropped conservatively and there was nothing remarkable about his unlined boy's face—unless one noted those light-gray eyes and caught the chilling, measuring expression that showed now and then for an instant in their depths. He was neatly

It's invisible because it's a color beyond our range of sight. It must have stayed in here all these years. And it kills—it must—when its curiosity is satisfied." Swiftly she described the scene in the cabin and the strange behavior of the gem pile which had betrayed the creature to her. Cliff did not return his blaster to its holder. "Any more of them on board, d'you think?" He didn't look pleased at the prospect.

Now that difference was a cold lump within her, a lump which had grown with every moment of time since they had snapped out of hyper to enter this system. Were the old calculations really to be trusted? Was this the home planet from which her species had lifted into space at the beginning of man's climb to the stars?

in each of those minute bowls rested a silver spoon! "So little!" marveled Lorrie. "They are carved from cherry stones, my dear.

But, matters now going as they seemed to be, that life would probably not be long. Best spend it doing all I could to withstand the Shadow.

and I longed for the rock isles and algae pools of my own land. We are part of our homes and I think there will always be a feeling of loss and ache within when we cannot long actively communicate with our own special places.

bis sneering

Maybe there has been a rebellion in this sector. The winner may be systematically mopping up all Patrol bases. That would leave him free to rule the space lanes as he pleases. A very practical and necessary move if there has been a change of government.

Caution has always ruled your kind. You depend upon the sanctity of locks—thus, what is prisoned by one man may be freed by another.

But—a spaceship! It was something that had so long been laughed to scorn. When men had failed to go farther into space after the initial excitement of the moon landings, space flight had become a matter for jeers.

Well—that's more like it!" Ross climbed the rest of the way into the cabin and stooped to look over Ashe's shoulder at the miniature screen. "I'd say it's closer to the plans for a demon-inspired highway system," he commented judiciously.

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