But Ye Gotta Know Where Ye're Just

Writing Is The Most Fun You Can Have By Yourself.

That's What's So Stupid About The Whole Magic Thing, You Know. You Spend Twenty Years Learning The Spell That Makes Nude Virgins Appear In Your Bedroom, And Then You're So Poisoned By Quicksilver Fumes And Half-blind From Reading Old Grimoires That You Can't Remember What Happens Next.

The Kraken Stirs. And Ten Billion Sushi Dinners Cry Out For Vengeance.

Despite Rumor, Death Isn't Cruel--merely Terribly, Terribly Good At His Job.

They Called Themselves The Munrungs. It Meant The People, Or The True Human Beings. It's What Most People Call Themselves, To Begin With. And Then One Day The Tribe Meets Some Other People Or, If It's Not Been A Good Day, The Enemy. If Only They'd Think Up A Name Like Some More True Human Beings, It'd Save A Lot Of Trouble Later On