There should be a word for that brief period just after waking when the mind is full of warm pink nothing. You lie there entirely empty of thought, except for a growing suspicion that heading towards...
There should be a word for the microscopic spark of hope that you dare not entertain in case the mere act of acknowledging it will cause it to vanish, like trying to look at a photon. You can only sid...
There was a man and he had eight sons. Apart from that, he was nothing more than a comma on the page of History. It's sad, but that's all you can say about some people.
There was a sudden silence from the combo in the smoke. One of the trolls picked up a small rock and started to pound it gently, producing a slow, sticky rhythm that clung to the walls like smoke. And...
There were plotters, there was no doubt about it. Some had been ordinary people who'd had enough. Some were young people with no money who objected to the fact that the world was run by old people who...
There's a door.Where does it go?It stays where it is, I think.
There's always something to eat, if you're hungry enough.
There's always the dwarf bread.
There's some things we can't think because we don't know the words.
These are the Things that Make a ManIron enough to make a nail,Lime enough to paint a wall,Water enough to drown a dog,Sulphur enough to stop the fleas,Potash enough to wash a shirt,Gold enough to buy...
These people were not only cheering, they were throwing flowers and hats. The hats were made of stone, but the thought was there.
These weren't encouraged in the city, since the heft and throw of a longbow's arrow could send it through an innocent bystander a hundred yards away instead of the innocent bystander at whom it was ai...
They avoided one another's faces, for fear of what they might see mirrored there. Each man thought: one of the others is bound to say something soon, some protest, and then I'll murmur agreement, not...
They both savored the strange warm glow of being much more ignorant than ordinary people, who were ignorant of only ordinary things.
They called themselves the Munrungs. It meant The People, or The True Human Beings.It's what most people call themselves, to begin with. And then one day the tribe meets some other People or, if it's...
They didn't have to be funny — they were jokes.
They may be called the Palace Guard, the City Guard, or the Patrol. Whatever the name, their purpose in any work of heroic fantasy is identical: it is, round about Chapter Three (or ten minutes into t...
They may have been ugly. They may have been evil. But when it came to poetry in motion, the Things had all the grace and coordination of a deck-chair.
They represented what people called the international community. And like all uses of the word community, you were never quite sure what or who it was.
They say that the eyes of some paintings can follow you around the room, a fact that I doubt, but I am wondering whether some music can follow you for ever.
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