Views Drake Quotes

Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.

You’ll have to turn your back.” He turned slowly. The view from the back was just as good as the view from the front. I could practically hear Lucy snickering in the back of my head. I might be the vampire daughter, but she was the one who was a bad influence. No question.

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes Live in the same building, but we got different views.” —DRAKE, “RIGHT ABOVE IT

Gwendolyn was the most reluctant, but she was also the most persuadable person among us. I was reminded of Helena’s words. Easily influenced. This made me determined to be more patient to bring out her views.

It’s easy to view the world as an evil place when you watch the news.  There’s shootings, and violence and death and people just generally doing evil things.  It’s easy to forget that there are still good people out there.

Damon stared at the house, drawn to the warmth of it. It seemed almost alive, begging him to come closer. He went outside onto his deck, intending to sit in the chair and enjoy his view of the sea. Instead he found himself limping his way steadily up the path toward the cliffs. It was nearly a compulsion.

End note to The Day of Glory The Hammer's Slammers series isn't in any sense a future history. It's made up of individual stories exploring one aspect or another of what war means to the men and women at the sharp end. In these stories I've been translating into an SF setting what I learned in 1970 with the 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment in Viet-Nam and Cambodia. We—the Blackhorse—were an elite unit. I was very fortunate to have been assigned to a regiment in which you never had to worry if the guy next to you was going to do his job: he was, and so were you—whatever you thought of war or The War or our Vietnamese allies. (Generally the answer to all those questions was, "Not much.") The flip side was that the distinction between the categories Not Blackhorse and Enemy got blurred. We didn't view our job as winning hearts and minds: we were there to kill people and then go home. And we didn't much care about the cost of victory so long as somebody else was paying it. That's something civilians ought to consider long and hard before they send tanks off to make policy. Because I can tell you from personal experience, it isn't something the tankers themselves are likely to worry about.

A mix from the book: "Aren't you going to tell me why you're leaving?" Drake asked. He wasn't growling at her anymore. His voice was as gentle as she supposed one could make gravel." "I know, but seeing as you view yourself as human, I decided that I have to court you before I can claim you as my mate." "What, and have you pissed off at me? No thanks. I'd like to have my mate happy." She still had her purse on her shoulder. "Spend the day with me?

ask Bill Binney, or Thomas Drake, or Chelsea Manning, or Diane Roark, or Coleen Rowley, or Jeffrey Sterling, or Thomas Tamm, or Russell Tice, or Kirk Wiebe. And look what they’d done to John Kiriakou—for exposing torture,

First, the kitchen.” It is larger than my entire condo, with a view of a lake

End note to The Day of Glory The Hammer's Slammers series isn't in any sense a future history. It's made up of individual stories exploring one aspect or another of what war means to the men and women at the sharp end. In these stories I've been translating into an SF setting what I learned in 1970 with the 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment in Viet-Nam and Cambodia. We—the Blackhorse—were an elite unit. I was very fortunate to have been assigned to a regiment in which you never had to worry if the guy next to you was going to do his job: he was, and so were you—whatever you thought of war or The War or our Vietnamese allies. (Generally the answer to all those questions was, "Not much.") The flip side was that the distinction between the categories Not Blackhorse and Enemy got blurred. We didn't view our job as winning hearts and minds: we were there to kill people and then go home. And we didn't much care about the cost of victory so long as somebody else was paying it. That's something civilians ought to consider long and hard before they send tanks off to make policy. Because I can tell you from personal experience, it

Not everything about today was bad, was it?” I asked Drake as Knox strode out of his bedroom. “At least we’ve got a great view.

Somehow he knew it, knew the beast and whatever commanded it had tracked them from the Firejack to the Badlands and back again. And, although it was just a small speck, he could have sworn he saw the swaddled man perched on the drake’s back before it angled its wings and disappeared from view. —

It's some kind of magic," Samuel replied, glancing at me in the rear-view mirror. "I can see it coming off her like glitter." The car listed across the meridian. "Eyes on the road!" I told him. "And, that's just great. First Isabeau tells me my aura is candy-pink and now I'm all over glitter. Next, I'll be sneezing rainbows." "Ew," Jenna said. "Don't get any on me.

What I want from you, Mister Mate, is silence, and not too much of that.”)

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes. Live in the same building, but we got different views.” —DRAKE, “RIGHT ABOVE IT