Inside Every Lump Of Coal There's A

What Is A Fantasy Map But A Space Beyond Which There Be Dragons?

He'd Always Known That The World Was An Interesting Place, And His Imagination Had Peopled It With Pirates And Bandits And Spies And Astronauts And Similar. But He'd Also Had A Nagging Suspicion That, When You Seriously Got Right Down To It, They Were All Just Things In Books And Didn't Properly Exist Anymore.

Guilt Was The Grease In Which The Wheels Of The Authority Turned.

The Mountains Of Madness Have Many Little Plateau Of Sanity.

The Kraken Stirs. And Ten Billion Sushi Dinners Cry Out For Vengeance.