Cordelia's Honor, consisting of Shards of Honor and Barrayar
Young Miles, consisting of The Warrior's Apprentice, The Mountains of Mourning, and The Vor Game
Miles, Mystery, and Mayhem, consisting of Cetaganda, Ethan of Athos, and Labyrinth
and Miles Errant, consisting of The Borders of Infinity, Brothers in Arms, and Mirror Dance.
I also read the connecting sections of Borders of Infinity which consists of the three short stories (underlined).
After 8 novels and 3 short stories I think I'm ready to take a break from it though. I started Memory and Miles is making several very stupid decisions and I don't have the heart for it right now. I will definitely come back to it but I need to read something else before the *boom* comes down on his head for the rampant stupity he is showing at the beginning of this book.
In the meantime, I have to post some of the quotes from Mirror Dance. (page numbers are from the omnibus edition, titled Miles Errant)
"It's important that someone celebrate our existence", she objected amiably. "People are the only mirror we have to see ourselves in. The domain of all meaning. All virtue, all evil, are contained only in people. There is none in the universe at large. Solitary confinement is a punishment in every human culture."
What he did not feel, he realized as he caught his breath again after the coughing jag, was afraid. Not of the two of them, anyway. Their public face and their private ones were ... unexpectedly congruent. It seemed he could trust them, not so much not to hurt him, but to be what they were, what they appeared. He could not at first put a word to it, this sense of personal unity. Then it came to him. Oh. So that's what integrity looks like. I didn't know.
p. 717This feels very apropos and applies quite a bit to cindygerb and I. Thankfully she does. We've both been in relationships where we trompled all over the other person.
"I think I'll always love you, some. But living with you full-time would drive me crazy. You are the most incredibly domineering person I think I've ever met."
"You're supposed to fight back", he explained. "I rely on my partner fighting back. Otherwise, I couldn't relax and be myself."
pp. 720-721All four of these quotes struck very resonant chords in me…
"You have to understand", he told her. "Sometimes, insanity is not a tragedy. Sometimes, it's a strategy for survival. Sometimes...it's a triumph." He hesitated. "Do you know what a black gang is?"
Mutely, she shook her head.
"Something I picked up in a museum in London, once. Way back in the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, on Earth, they used to have ships that sailed across the tops of the oceans, that were powered by steam engines. The heat for the steam engines came from great coal fires in the bellies of the ships. And they had to have these suckers down there to stoke the coal into the furnances. Down in the filth and the heat and the sweat and the stink. The coal made them black, so they were called the black gang. And the officers and the fine ladies up above would have nothing to do with these poor grotty thugs, socially. But without them, nothing moved. Nothing burned. Nothing lived. No steam. The black gang. Unsung heroes. Ugly lower-class fellows."