We Kings Do Develop A Certain Ability

All You Did Was Sit There, He Said. Why Are You So Tired? I Sat Very Diligently, She Said.

What You Describe Is How It Happens To Everyone: Magic Does Slide Through You, And Disappear, And Come Back Later Looking Like Something Else. And I'm Sorry To Tell You This, But Where Your Magic Lives Will Always Be A Great Dark Space With Scraps You Fumble For. You Must Learn To Sniff Them Out In The Dark.

I Wondered What You'd Have On The Side With A Plate Of Deep Fried Anxiety. Pickles? Coleslaw? Potato-strychnine Mash?

One Day" She Told Them, "when You Have Retired, You Will Go To Live With A Family Who Will Love You For Your Beauty And Nothing More, And If You're Very Lucky There Will Be Children, And The Children Will Pet You And Pet You And Pet You. Ossin Has A List, I Think, Of Such Children; He Sends His Hunting-staff Out During The Months They Are Not Needed For That Work, To Look For Them, And Add Names To The List." The Fleethounds Stared Back At Her With Their Enormous Dark Liquid Eyes, And Believed Every Word.

I Get A Little Cranky With The Whole Business About Kids Not Having Attention Spans. This Reminds Me Of The Usual Business Of Thinking That The Next Generation Is Hopeless. Every Generation Has Said That About Every Younger Generation.