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  • 18:50:48: Warning, I'm reading the first 5 chapters of the new Miles Vorkosigan book, Cryoburn. If you don't want spoilers, turn back now.
  • 18:50:53: http://www.webscription.net/chapters/A1439133948/A1439133948.htm
  • 18:51:55: Counting angels: less safe than counting sheep.
  • 18:52:04: Ooo, he has a cane now?
  • 18:52:30: Hahaha, fucking sedatives. Hah.
  • 18:52:44: Hamlet now!
  • 18:53:51: Out into the light. Thank goodness.
  • 18:54:36: Cremation? I could see how that would be radical.
  • 18:55:08: Hello, Tau Cetan beaded lizard! :D
  • 18:55:30: HELLO BUTTERBUG. HERE BUGGY BUGGY BUGGY.
  • 18:56:10: "little Hellion", oh my, I see that the Naismith is dominant.
  • 19:06:32: Chickens!
  • 19:09:31: I would not like butterbugs in my bed.
  • 19:25:17: Aurie Pym/Roic! WE SHIP IT ALREADY.
  • 19:25:59: Oh dear. A business convention? Oh dear.
  • 19:35:22: DEFENESTRATION IS A VALID MARITAL TACTIC
  • 19:41:16: Roic is right to know his lord's laughs. And to be scared by that one.
  • 19:47:21: Bet the guy is beat up on account of Roic, as it seems he's not a new cellmate.
  • 19:47:50: "local political action group", that sounds so benign.
  • 19:51:03: Aww, poor Roic.
  • 19:51:25: "a cat's breath away", ha!
  • 19:52:31: Ah yes, eggs. :D And their unromantic source. :D
  • 19:54:02: Miles has been Collected.
  • 19:54:37: (3)
  • 19:56:18: Oh nooooo Dr. Durona! (which one?)
  • 19:57:18: OH COVERT OPS INSTINCTS.
  • 19:58:44: "chill the opposition" oh *dear*. Oh dear oh dear oh *dear*.
  • 20:00:57: "Small gifts are for selling things. Large gifts are for hiding things." oooo, nice one.
  • 20:03:26: ... oh of *course* Miles is worried about his rank. *eyeroll*
  • 20:05:09: THWACKING WITH CANES. [not that he was bitchy about rank, but he was *aware* of it. though he really had to be, to survive.]
  • 20:07:06: DNA, of course. Oh, *modern* Barrayarans.
  • 20:08:29: "nice kid", "scary grownup", ha!!!!
  • 20:09:45: hahahahahah oh Barrayarans. I'd say never change, but ... oh Barrayarans. The paranoia! The .. heeeeeeeeeeeeee
  • 20:10:43: (4)
  • 20:12:05: Oh Piotr. Such a tragic old man.
  • 20:13:28: Miles, do you ever learn good things by exploring places you're not meant to go? (I wonder what he'll learn this time.)
  • 20:17:16: Cryo-*co-op* oh my.
  • 20:19:27: Oh, the seizures. Oh Miles. Always with the twisty-talk. You lie like Nick does.
  • 20:26:13: aiiii jiiiiiiin nooooooooooooooooo aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
  • 20:26:56: (5)
  • 20:27:20: Raven! Hi Dr. Durona!
  • 20:28:54: "Chains? You had chains?" ... now the Fish are invading the thing.
  • 20:32:11: Mark intimidates Roic! :D :D :D
  • 20:49:44: Good calling home, Roic.
  • 20:50:08: Poor Johannes.
  • 20:51:33: Protective of one's couriers, goooood.
  • 20:53:29: Oh, at least they put a tracker in there. I bet the tracker's going to cause trouble.
  • 20:54:41: It's kind of a bad day when your *good* explanation is that you were on the bad drugs.
  • 20:58:10: Miles always does seem to stumble onto the most interesting people. Even if they are Tau Cetan beaded lizards.
  • 20:58:34: Hello, Lisa Sato.

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Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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