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Vorkosigan's Game

In this science fiction novel, the protagonist, a character with a disability, is thrust into a world of political intrigue and power struggles in a distant future. The story delves into themes of disability, leadership, and the complexities of human relationships, all within a richly detailed and immersive universe. The novel is known for its intricate plot and engaging characters, offering readers a compelling exploration of a future society. more

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Lois McMaster Bujold
Lois McMaster Bujold

Lois McMaster Bujold, born on November 2, 1949, is an American science fiction author known for her profound philosophical insights, complex character development, and unique narrative style. Her most famous work is the 'Vorkosigan Saga', a series that has won multiple science fiction literary awards. more

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“After perhaps thirty meters, just as a soldier turned around, the girl was felled. Hands were clamped upon her from behind and the boy next door brought her down. He forced her knees to the road and suffered the penalty. He collected her punches as if they were presents. Her bony hands and elbows were accepted with nothing but a few short moans. He accumulated the loud, clumsy specks of saliva and tears as if they were lovely to his face, and more important, he was able to hold her down.”

“I carried Rudy softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder at comforting. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.”

“She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers...She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on.”