The price of order, I muttered. I tried to run the dog off. It wouldn’t budge.The cost of chaos, Tom-Tom countered. on his drum. Not quite the same thing, Croaker.
Glen Cook
The price of order, I muttered. I tried to run the dog off. It wouldn’t budge.The cost of chaos, Tom-Tom countered. on his drum. Not quite the same thing, Croaker.