He made his formal bows, to Arienrhod, to the boy. “I’ve come. Name your weapon.” It was the first time that the naming had not been his to say. Arienrhod’s eyes touched him as he spoke the ritual words; but there was no reassurance in her glance, only a reaffirmation of the coldness that had grown in her since the boy’s arrival. Then was she really still infatuated with that Summer bastard? Did she really believe he had a chance?
Starbuck kneaded one fist inside the other, suddenly thrown off-balance. Damn her, she wasn’t going to get away with it! He was going to kill that kid and then she’d have him back in her bed again whether she wanted him or not. He struggled to force his rising, murderous anger into a straitjacket of concentration. “Well, what’s your choice?”
Pg 103 - The Snow Queen
by Joan D. Vinge
As far as fights are concerned, this one was pretty great. Almost done with The Snow Queen now and will hopefully soon finish The Uplift War. Then it’s just one long book after another in the 90’s…