The cat didn't have a sense of what a witch was, and didn't care, but it was willing to tolerate his catness as long as he maintained proper deference.

―But however provoked, are your scribbling spitfires never to be satisfied?

Much more than a fantasy simulacrum, the altered states of consciousness that are part of the technoshamanistic journey are said to heal […]

The Zephyrette then takes the reservations of the Pullman passengers.