Sorry, We've Got Ghosts.

Sir. My Lord. Master Roydon." The Young Man Blurted Out Most Available Titles Except For "your Majesty" And "prince Of Darkness." These Were Implied Nonetheless.

I Wanted To Know How Humans Came Up With A View Of The World That Had So Little Magic In It. I Needed To Understand How They Convinced Themselves That Magic Wasn’t Important.

Occasio Praeceps, Experimentum Periculosum, Iudicium Difficile."..' Opportunity Is Fleeting, Experiment Dangerous, And Judgement Difficult.

We Kissed Each Other, Long And Deep, While My Legs Opened Like The Covers Of A Book.

She Was Like A Camera That Had Been Chronically Out Of Focus Until Someone Came By And Twisted The Lenses Into Alignment.