He had always thought that death was black nothingness, but he had not counted on being awake for it.

The student asks: If my redstone necklace had every view of every veil that ever brightened, would I be wise? The master answers: If I had a thousand pieces of a priceless vase, would I...

She shrugged. “Ownership is a fragile concept.

He didn’t know which he preferred: the Red, with its fatalistic and pious acceptance of all futures, or the Misery, acknowledging that the more you attracted notice, the worse God dealt with you.

The worst kind of poison for despots: truth.

Tori gazed out on the calm Ancific Ocean across which, incredibly, she would be taking a coach.

It was always easy to think that happiness and wisdom lay in the shadows, in places that have never yet been seen.

Every man wishes to be king.” Her hair snapped about her, buzzing.

3,117 people had lost their lives in the flood. And the king had missed breakfast

We must love all of creation, not only what is common. A god may have the head of an elephant, after all.