He was far more master of himself when Genro returned.

Genro looked at each side with a quick, experienced glance.

Genro kept up a cryptic exchange of information with the control tower.

Genro had said that it would act as identification.

Genro had said Trantor's car would be waiting outside the port.

Genro nodded toward the large white crescent in the visiplate.

"Deamone wasn't responsible for the state of affairs he found at birth," said Genro.

The port held steady in the visiplate, but Genro no longer regarded it.

On his return to Japan, he found that the agreement was opposed by the genro, and was not implemented.

Slowly, noiselessly, the lock yawned and Genro moved into the blackness.

Terens gave it as cursory a glance as Genro had given his.

Ito was subtle, shrewd and slightly more liberally inclined than the other genro.

Perhaps Genro saw his jaw muscles bunch.

Controversy surrounded Genro's decision on granting refugee status to Battisti.

Genro's eyes widened, then narrowed in disbelief.

Terens watched Genro handling the controls with finger-tip precision.

Genro seemed in no hurry.

Behind him was the ship and in it was Genro, frozen in the agony of the whip.

Mr. Genro says he has controlled city spending through "participatory budgeting," a system of close coordination with community associations.

Genro shook his head.

Genro looked at him askance.

Genro's smile was cool and humorless.

He appears to adore Sohki, much to Genro's chagrin.

Genro's eyes roved carelessly over the hangared ships.

Genro's voice grew a trifle colder.