Drake Maye Quotes

The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Appreciate the moment of a first kiss; it may be the last time you own your heart.

Hey, get off my sister,” Kieran barked from the other side. “Get lost, Black,” I called out. “And she’s not your sister.” “May as well be.” “Well, you stop kissing Solange and I’ll stop kissing Hunter.” Silence." "Chapter 24

I may regret the way we ended, but I will never regret what we had.

May your neighbors respect you, trouble neglect you, angels protect you, and Heaven accept you......

For Drake is no longer in his hammock, children, nor is Arthur somewhere sleeping, and you may not lie idly expecting the second coming of anybody now, because the world is yours and it is up to you.

Do you have a camera?" Jackson asked. "We could get some pictures and may be take a print or two if we're lucky." Jonas shook his head. "We'd probably get a bunch of ghosts and that would just freak me out.

You have a thousand hearts’ worth of love to give. A thousand tears may fall when one heart breaks. But never cry for shame.” He kept my chin in his thick hand. “Even love lost was well-spent.

For remember, that it is altogether your world now. You and all the rest. We have delivered you from evil, but the evil that is inside men is at the last a matter for men to control. The responsibility and the hope and the promise are in your hands-your hands and the hands of all men on this earth. The future can not blame the present, just as the present can not blame the past. The hope is always here, always alive, but only your fierce caring can fan it into a fire to warm the world. For Drake is no longer in his hammock, children, nor is Arthur somewhere sleeping, and you may not lie idly expecting the second coming of anybody now, because the world is yours and it is up to you. Now especially since man has the strength to destroy the world, it is the responsibility of man to keep it alive, in all its beauty and marvelous joy. And the world will still be imperfect, because men are imperfect. Good men will still be killed by bad, or sometimes by other good men, and there will still be pain and disease and famine, anger and hate. But if you work and care and are watchful, as we have tried to be for you, then in the long run the worse will never, ever, triumph over the better. And the gifts put into some men, that shine as bright as Eirias the sword, shall light the dark corners of life for all the rest, in so brave a world.

You and I are not held to the same standards, Andrew. People will forgive a slip, a weakness, a minor personal folly — when it comes from a man. They may click their tongues at you, even gossip about your behavior…but at worst, it will only reflect on you. “If I misstep, it goes far beyond me. Errors on my part are proof that women are unsuited to professional work.

... There may not be even two men living in the world whom I would have agreed to marry, certainly not on such short notice. But I do not need two; I only need one.

THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

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Oil had appeared at a deeper horizon on Bahrain, 2,832 feet. Looking for a parallel field, they decided to drill Dammam No. 2 deeper. By 11 May 1936, Stegner writes, down to 2,175 feet, it “was giving most encouraging indications.” In a five-day test on 20 June it flowed 335 barrels a day. They decided to acidize it: to pump down hydrochloric acid at low pressure to dissolve open the pores of the limestone. That was safer than it sounded, since the limestone that the acid dissolved neutralized it. Acidizing No. 2 worked. Production went up to 3,840 barrels a day. Then they faced the same dilemma that Edwin Drake had faced seventy-seven years earlier when his first well came in: they ran out of storage. So they shut down the well. It had already confirmed what they and the Saudis had hoped: there was oil in Arabia.

For Drake is no longer in his hammock, children, nor is Arthur somewhere sleeping, and you may not lie idly expecting the second coming of anybody now, because the world is yours and it is up to you. Now especially since man has the strength to destroy this world, it is the responsibility of man to keep it alive, in all its beauty and marvellous joy.” His voice grew softer, and he looked at them with the faraway dark eyes that seemed to be looking out into Time. “And the world will still be imperfect, because men are imperfect. Good men will still be killed by bad, or sometimes by other good men, and there will still be pain and disease and famine, anger and hate. But if you work and care and are watchful, as we have tried to be for you, then in the long run the worse will never, ever, triumph over the better. And the gifts put into some men, that shine as bright as Eirias the sword, shall light the dark corners of life for all the rest, in so brave a world.

A drunken party girl and her equally drunken escort got onto the elevator at that moment. The girl spotted Drake and lurched toward him, an inviting smile on her face as she thrust her barely concealed breasts at him. “Hello, handsome. Would you hold me against you if I told you it was beautiful?” I pushed myself between her and Drake. “He’s very handsome, isn’t he? And verytaken.” “Fat bitch,” she snapped, sulking for a moment until she spotted Pál. Her companion slouched against the wall of the elevator, too far gone to care, I guess. The door opened at our floor and we exited, leaving the drunken woman to pout as Pál avoided her grasp. I stopped just outside the door, pulled on Drake’s fire, and set alight a ring at her feet. She shrieked and flapped her arms wildly as the doors started to close. I drew a quick ward on them, and before the outer doors blocked my way, mentally stamped out the fire. I turned to find Drake watching me with crossed arms and a cocked eyebrow. “What?” I asked, trying unsuccessfully to bat my eyelashes at him. “You locked them in there with fire?” “There was a fire extinguisher,” I said. “Of course, she’s probably too drunk to notice it or know how to use it, but that’s hardly my problem.” Drake continued to give me the Eyebrow of Much Displeasure. “There were sprinklers as well. They’re sure to go off at some point…oh, for heaven’s sake, Drake! What sort of person do you take me for? I put out the fire just before the doors closed, OK? I just wanted to scare her a little. I may be a demon lord, but I’m not ademon lord! I wouldn’t barbecue a person just because she called me fat.” “Hey, Ash, you know that you’re getting fa—” “You are not a person,” I told Jim. “If you don’t want me to singe off a few whiskers, you’ll pipe down.” “Yeesh!

To our fallen, to our friend. May his gift to us be a blight to those who took him from this life. In death, may he find his deserved rest.

Forgive me, my friend.” Tiris patted Tenko's head. He may have allowed her to wander off, but his true purpose was to protect Tiris. All else was at his own discretion, and as he apparently liked Harper, he naturally wouldn’t hinder her movements. It was laughable, really. She had inadvertently turned a psychopathic beast into a cute puppy.

This morning Mr. Orme had taken Strength as his theme: “The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in Him, and I am helped.” If we trust our own strength (said Mr. Orme), it may sustain us up to a certain point and then give way and let us down just at the moment when we need it most, but if the Lord is our strength, and our hearts trust in Him, He gives us His help in time of trouble. All the great men of history had the Lord as their strength: Drake, Nelson, Gordon—and a host of others. In modern times we need look no further than Churchill who was sustained through terrible strains and stresses by the Lord’s hand. But it is not only great occasions which call for strength beyond our own; ordinary people who go about their daily duties feel the need of God’s strength to help them, and God’s shield to protect them from harm. The chief cause of unhappiness in modern times is fear, said Mr. Orme; fear of illness, fear of the future, fear of death; but the heart that trusts in the Lord fears nothing.

In single-male matings, a drake can usually be given two to five females, although males sometimes have favorites and may not mate with the others.

You may stand the man easy General.

He moved fractionally closer. As he did, she noticed that her hand was still held inside his. She tugged lightly to free herself. He didn't let go. "Lord Northcote." "Lady Esme," he said, the faintest trace of mocking amusement in his voice. "You may release me now." "Oh, I will. After we've sealed our bargain." "What do you mean by that? I've already consented to marry you." "Indeed, but aren't you the least bit curious to see if we're compatible?" An electrical charge, rather like one of her brother Drake's experiments, surged through her as Northcote wrapped his free arm around her waist and tugged her to him.

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Why would you want to make them happy?” Amberdrake turned back to his little friend, and sat with a sad smile on his face. “Because they are bitter, unhappy people, and very little else makes them happy. They say what they do out of envy, for any number of reasons. It may be because I lead a more luxurious life than they, or at least they believe I do. It may be because there are many people who do call me friend, and those are all folk of great personal worth; a few of them are people that occupy high position and deservedly so. Perhaps it is because they cannot do what I can, and for some reason, this galls them. But they have so little else that gives them pleasure, I see no reason to deprive them of the few drops of enjoyment they can extract from heaping scorn and derision on me.” Gesten shook his head. “Drake, you’re crazy. But I already knew that. I’m getting some sleep; this is all too much for me. Good night.” “Good night, Gesten,” Amberdrake said

Drake's whip hand spun Diana like a top. She cried out. That sound, her cry, pierced Caine like an arrow. Diana staggered and almost righted herself, but Drake was too quick, too ready. His second strike yanked her through the air. She flew and then fell. “Catch her!” Caine was yelling to himself. Seeing her arc as she fell. Seeing where she would hit. His hands came up, he could use his power, he could catch her, save her. But too slow. Diana fell. Her head smashed against a jutting point of rock. She made a sound like a dropped pumpkin. Caine froze. The fuel rod, forgotten, fell from the air with a shattering crash. It fell within ten feet of the mine shaft opening. It landed atop a boulder shaped like the prow of a ship. It bent, cracked, rolled off the boulder, and crashed heavily in the dirt. Drake ran straight at Caine, his whip snapping. But Jack stumbled in between them, yelling, “The uranium! The uranium!” The radiation meter in his pocket was counting clicks so fast, it became a scream. Drake piled into Jack, and the two of them went tumbling. Caine stood, staring in horror at Diana. Diana did not move. Did not move. No snarky remark. No smart-ass joke. “No!” Caine cried. “No!” Drake was up, disentangling himself with an angry curse from Jack. “Diana,” Caine sobbed. Drake didn’t rely on his whip hand now, too far away to use it before Caine could take him down. He raised his gun. The barrel shot flame and slugs, BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM. Inaccurate, but on full automatic, Drake had time. He swung the gun to his right and the bullets swooped toward where Caine stood like he was made of stone. Then the muzzle flash disappeared in an explosion of green-white light that turned night into day. The shaft of light missed its target. But it was close enough that the muzzle of Drake’s gun wilted and drooped and the rocks behind Drake cracked from the blast of heat. Drake dropped the gun. And now it was Drake’s turn to stare in stark amazement. “You!” Sam wobbled atop the rise. Quinn caught him as he staggered. Now Caine snapped back to the present, seeing his brother, seeing the killing light. “No,” Caine said. “No, Sam: He’s mine.” He raised a hand, and Sam went flying backward along with Quinn. “The fuel rod!” Jack was yelling, over and over. “It’s going to kill us all. Oh, God, we may already be dead!” Drake rushed at Caine. His eyes were wide with fear. Knowing he wouldn’t make it. Knowing he was not fast enough. Caine raised his hand, and the fuel rod seemed to jump off the ground. A javelin. A spear. He held it poised. Pointed straight at Drake. Caine reached with his other hand, extending the telekinetic power to hold Drake immobilized. Drake held up his human hand, a placating gesture. “Caine…you don’t want to…not over some girl. She was a witch, she was…” Drake, unable to run, a human target. The fuel rod aimed at him like a Spartan’s spear. Caine threw the fuel rod. Tons of steel and lead and uranium. Straight at Drake.

and on May 5 sailed northeast into the North Atlantic.

By May 18, they went ashore again, in a different bay, where they waited fifteen days for the missing ships.

But all that has been proven wrong,” Smyth said. “Right?” Karin shrugged. “We thought so. The bacteria should have perished within weeks. But, as I mentioned, scientists have now noted the presence of other diseases too. Diseases that may not die.

The goal of education, to me, is to challenge, question, educate and reveal. You, and everyone, should have beliefs but you should hold them so sacred as not to be willing to consider a new thought.” Excerpt From Onto a Sea of Stars Mark Sneed This material may be protected by copyright.

The Martian history was not too different from that on Earth. The only exception was that people left the satellites and went to the surface of Mars and eventually after extensive construction found their way under a dozen domes on the red surface of the red planet. There, in the constructed safety of a domed environment the new Martians began to pollute and poison Mars as they had Earth. Garbage was a real problem. The consumption of foodstuffs created waste.” Excerpt From Onto a Sea of Stars Mark Sneed This material may be protected by copyright.

Justice was swift and unbending in space” Excerpt From Onto a Sea of Stars Mark Sneed This material may be protected by copyright.

Hm, earned? That may be so, I'll have to keep doing that. But don't forget, you are mine, as I am yours.

The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me
 and I wake in the night at the least sound
 in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
 I go and lie down where the wood drake
 rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
 I come into the peace of wild things
 who do not tax their lives with forethought
 of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
 And I feel above me the day-blind stars
 waiting with their light. For a time
 I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

The Peace of Wild Things: When despair for the world grows in me
 and I wake in the night at the least sound
 in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
 I go and lie down where the wood drake
 rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
 I come into the peace of wild things
 who do not tax their lives with forethought
 of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
 And I feel above me the day-blind stars
 waiting with their light. For a time
 I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

You are the much talked about afronaut leisure class,” said the mustached and shifty eyed third stranger with a knowing smile. “Were you injured?” “What is an afronaut?” Oggy asked his sister, in a whisper. Zuzu shushed Oggy. Beaumont gave his nephew a cold side eye.” Excerpt From Onto a Sea of Stars Mark Sneed This material may be protected by copyright.

Okay,” said Oggy. “What did they mean by asking you about being an afronaut?” Beaumont frowned at the statement. “We’re in space and things have not changed that drastically from two hundred years ago.” The old vet paused. “We are in space and we,” he said lifting his hand and showing it to Oggy. The boy smirked. “We, are the workers, the laborers. They,” Beaumont said, raising his chin in the direction of the three men on the opposite side of the compartment. “They, are the bosses, the managers. So, in this power structure they found a way to label us.” “We are afronauts,” Zuzu said with a disgusted look and a finger pointing to her hair. “They are astronauts.” “That don’t sound right,” said Oggy. “Right or wrong, it is what it is,” Beaumont said.” Excerpt From Onto a Sea of Stars Mark Sneed This material may be protected by copyright.

How do you do your dealings with all these... notorious individuals and their shenanigans with their less than legitimate business dealings?” McGee asked. “I just don’t see how this,” McGee waved to the cantina. “I don’t get how this works without bloodshed?” “It works because, despite what the IGF and media wants to suggest, most criminals are not hiding in the shadows or lurking in dark corners. They are where people are. The most populated area in the six-planet area is controlled by IGF and the Gee Force. The bad guys ain't going to be found in deep space. So, the “criminals” return to the six-planet areas and need a safe haven and place where they can do their business with a fair hand,” the short, cropped hair man said as they entered the cantina and the space where dozens of tables were filled with men and women space adventurers, explorers, pirates, freebooters, and the like drinking, gambling, talking, eating, and snickering about things. “They come here.” Excerpt From Onto a Sea of Stars Mark Sneed This material may be protected by copyright.

As I told you, I ain’t your mom or your dad. I’m your uncle,” Beaumont said. “I ain’t going to babysit you or your sister. I ain’t got time for that or your foolishness. We are nowhere near Mars, and I can’t just drop you off when you act up. You have to respect me and trust me. In that order. Otherwise, we are going to butt heads again and again until you learn that I’m not to be played with or we find your mom.” Beaumont took a breath and studied his niece and nephew. “You get me?” Excerpt From Onto a Sea of Stars Mark Sneed This material may be protected by copyright.

In space and on Mars the explorers seemed to unconsciously duplicate the problems found on Earth.” Excerpt From Onto a Sea of Stars Mark Sneed This material may be protected by copyright.

Stay with Aisling," Drake ordered Jim as he and Gabriel were about to leave. "Ten four, dragon buddy." Drake turned to his wife. "Do not do anything foolish, kincsem." She gave him a fond but exasperated look. "Honest to Pete, dragons! Bossiest beings in the world." Gabriel smiled at me but said nothing until he and Drake started to leave. "You'll notice I don't have to warn my mate to be careful. I have full confidence in May's abilities," he told Drake. "She's a female American. No doubt you will soon understand the true depth of hell she can put you through

I completely under—oh!’’ Aisling hunched forward again as Gabriel slid his arm under her legs. Drake exploded, slamming Gabriel up against the wall, snarling something that sounded vicious, his arm against Gabriel’s windpipe. Maata and Tipene were instantly at his side but at a gesture from Gabriel backed away. ‘‘Drake, let him down. It’s just a twinge, nothing more!’’ Aisling said, waving me toward them. ‘‘Stop him, May. Although don’t hurt him; I’m rather fond of him as he is, overprotective tendencies and all.’’ I tapped Drake politely on the shoulder. ‘‘Would you mind letting Gabriel down? I promise I won’t let him hold Aisling’s hand anymore. Or touch her stomach.’’ Drake eyed Gabriel for a moment. I have to admit that Gabriel surprised me by not fighting back. Having seen him go at it with Drake’s black-dragon brother, Kostya, I knew he was not one to remain passive when attacked. But he stayed still, not struggling at all despite the fact that his face was gaining a dull red tint due to lack of oxygen. ‘‘All right,’’ Drake said at last, removing his hold on Gabriel. ‘‘But I will hold you responsible for his actions.’’ Gabriel’s eyes flashed in warning, but Aisling bursting into laughter defused the situation enough that he could see the ridiculousness of such a comment. I touched a faintly swollen spot on Gabriel’s neck. ‘‘Would you like me to kiss what hurts and make it better?’’ I asked softly. He’d been looking at Aisling, obviously about to make some observation about her health, but at my words a new look of interest filled his eyes. ‘‘Only if I get to pick what needs kissing.’’ ‘‘I am so glad Jim is not present to hear that, because it would no doubt make all sorts of inappropriate comments that would force me tosmack it with a rolled-up magazine, and then we’d be back to Gabriel groping my stomach and Drake having a hissy fit,’’ Aisling said, helping herself to a glass of orange juice.

Gabriel waited until Aisling had left the room before cocking an eyebrow at Drake. ‘‘Still haven’t told her she’s not going to the sárkány?’’ ‘‘No.’’ Drake grimaced. ‘‘She’s not going to be pleased, but it is too dangerous. She will just have to understand.’’ Gabriel cast a considering glance my way. ‘‘May-ling, if you were in Aisling’s shoes, and I forbade you to attend a weyr meeting to which you wished to go, what would you do?’’ ‘‘I’m a shadow walker. I would simply slip into the shadow world and go anyway. But if I was Aisling herself, I’d probably grab the nearest blunt instrument and smack you upside the head, then go to the meeting.’’ Drake snorted. ‘‘Aisling is not so crass. She would not behave in such a manner.’’ He paused as he walked past me, eyeing for a moment a small stone bust of a woman that sat on an isolated pedestal. He picked up the bust and stuffed it into one of thesideboard cupboards, a set look to his face as Gabriel laughed out loud. ‘‘You have learned, I think.’’ ‘‘I am simply taking an unnecessaryprecaution, nothing more.’’ He hesitated again, then quickly whisked all the knives from the table, depositing them unobtrusively in an urn on the sideboard just as Aisling opened the door. ‘‘What did I miss?’’ she asked as Gabriel roared with laughter. ‘‘A good joke? I love jokes! Is it the one about the demon and the nun? That one always makes Jim wheeze