It's the same old story

Usage examples of remake.

I-A, who is not only killed but destroyed, yet remakes himself, and who is consequently sent to Amel and put through the god-making ordeal.

He would use the sublime and powerful cetic arts to continue the fiery work of remaking himself.

There were no magisters, Isaac remembered, no courts or punishment factories, no quarries and dumps to pack with Remade, no militia or politicians.

But long ago, Ephemera had harnessed itself to the human heart, and it constantly made and remade itself in response to those hearts.

They overthrew Golgotha, toppled Lionstone from the Iron Throne, and remade the Empire!

They are the cactus-men, the freeanole humans, one two scarab-head khepri, camp followers and drifters, a flock of the wyrmen low in the sky staring with the enthusiasm of dogs, stranger races, renegade llorgiss and a mute hotchi, and hundreds and hundreds of the Remade, in every shape of flesh.

Old women, young, men, human cactus khepri hotchi vodyanoi and Remade, even Remade.

Brianna had remade it for him, stitching in loops of leather that presented his pistols, hilt up, ready to be seized in an emergency, and a clever arrangement of compartments that held handy his shot pouch, powder horn, a spare knife, a coil of fishing line, a roll of twine for a snare, a hussif with pins, needles, and thread, a packet of food, a bottle of beer, and a neatly rolled clean shirt.

They buried their own dead where they could, except for one, a Remade woman famous for mediating during The Idiocy, long before.

This is being done with roughnecks, cactus-men, and assorted other wage slaves, but also with an abundant supply of Remade slave labor confined in pens when they are not working, a kind of ultimate bottomline lumpenproletariat, feared, despised, and looked down upon by the humans and aliens who are at least getting paid.

They remade me into the god of mateship, freedom, hard work and good times.

There were more than a score, tiny figures in grey, and they had dogs, and something expressing the smoke: an ironclad tower as tall as the tardy pulled by Remade horses.

And maybe he had succeededcould anyone be sure it was a militia bullet that had ended the Remade captive?

Passing the shops and pubs of Syriac he saw that he was seen, and knew that some who glanced at himthe woman here, the vodyanoi, the man or cactus-man, even the Remade therewere with the Caucus.

Made strange by their context, overthrowing rules: the crowds who would spit on the Remade would have sworn themselves to Half-a-Prayer.