It's Hard To Be Famous And Alive.

Most Modern Fantasy Just Rearranges The Furniture In Tolkien's Attic.

Sometimes, The Best Answer Is A More Interesting Question.

Omens Are Everywhere In This World You Just Have To Find The One That Fits.

Take The Universe And Grind It Down To The Finest Powder And Sieve It Through The Finest Sieve And Then Show Me One Atom Of Justice, One Molecule Of Mercy. And Yet... And Yet You Act As If There Is Some Ideal Order In The World, As If There Is Some... Some Rightness In The Universe By Which It May Be Judged.

They Felt, In Fact, Tremendously Bucked-up, Which Was How Lady Ramkin Would Almost Certainly Have Put It And Which Was Definitely Several Letters Of The Alphabet Away From How They Normally Felt.