58 Quotes by Tim Lebbon

She had already contacted her Peacemaker to ensure that everything there was as it should be. Ironholgs had spat and buzzed as if annoyed at being disturbed, but all was well. She yearned to be back in the ship, alone.

She fell, rolled, kicked out with one boot. The alien tripped over her leg and went sprawling, spilling one queen’s egg onto its side. Ripley screamed in pain as her wounded leg was jarred, but then she was standing again, aiming the charge thumper and firing her last shot into the monster’s face.

I realised that everyone and everything out there had a story, and that most stories would never be told.

Relying on oneself is too much of an alien concept for so many. That is why millions have died.

Right then, the future was barely an hour long.

Maybe somewhere on the Nostromo there had been a similar scene, with Dallas hanging there, stuck in place like the victim in a massive spider’s dense webbing.

The world had shrugged at him and revealed its indifference.

All her life she had known that books were living things, not just a convergence of concept and ink, intellect and paper. They did not breathe or think, but they grew and gave a sense of potential so much larger than whatever was written on their pages.

Maybes. Possibles. Don’t knows.