When she saw the oncoming of the armed men, with the King shining at their head, Little-Foot was again thrown into terror and begged her brother to escape while there was yet time […]

[…] hanging out with Dave instead down at the video arcades in Houndsfield Street, spending our pocket money on rubbing out each other's names from the Space Invaders' Hall of Fame.

In a light copper series of issues belonging to Peroz C and Peroz D, the imagery closely imitates that of the scyphates.

My teacher poured scorn on my attempts at writing.