Madness, like a Stoor Worm, moved continuously under their feet, making every step they took full of terror. Phelim peered at each face, but could see no one who resembled his dimly remembered father. Besides, it was difficult: […]

The Abyssian takes the honey, without failing to leave part of it for the bird...

Mr. Chairman, is there any truth at all to the growing suspicion that you people are sending up a trial balloon with these rumors of the President's death? To see just how much political mileage there is in it, if any?

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