In Collegium it had been the fashion, while he had been resident there, to paint death as a grey-skinned, balding Beetle man in plain robes, perhaps with a doctor’s bag but more often an artificer’s...

You’re not like other Wasps.””Aren’t I?” Aagen smiled, but it was a painful smile. “No doubt you’ve killed my kinsmen by the score.””A few,” Salma allowed.”Well, next time you shed my kinden’s blood, think on...

Progress is made by the improvement of people, not the improvement of machines.

Ah, but it is an interesting thing, that these things can so seldom be proved. If I were to perform some piece of, hrmf, magic for you, here in this room, you would claim a...

I was young at Myna, that first time. When had the change come? He had retreated to here, to Collegium, to spin his awkward webs of intrigue and to lecture at the College. Then, years...