“All right," said Susan. "I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need... fantasies to make life bearable." REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO…

I had a hole in my second favorite drinking arm, and the only way we were likely to get Fabiana back now was in installments.

I swallowed my fear; cold and scaly, it slithered down my chest

Well,----me,” he said. “A----ing wizard. I hate----ing wizards!” “You shouldn’t----them, then,” muttered one of his henchmen, effortlessly pronouncing a row of dashes.