Once she had been kissed by a man in wine (the memory recalled Lady Tynewood and the parties she gave) and she had never forgotten the hated smell of that vinous breath.

Yeah we all have Al Gore and the econazis to thank for this knee-jerk reaction to a yet-unproven theory, […]

This new planet didn't have a name. It could just about support life, but not a lot, and as opposed to Beta Caprisis—where entirely too many interesting things had happened for it to be inhabited—this planet simply wasn't interesting enough. It had a galactographic classification, in a desultory sort of way, but for various reasons you‟re not going to get it out of me.

Flosses are soft, and grey from the female and black from the male.