I don’t reckon it’s allowed, going round setting fire to people,” said Adam. “Otherwise people’d be doin’ it all the time.”“It’s all right if you’re religious,” said Brian reassuringly. “And it stops the witches from goin’ to Hell, so I expect they’d be quite grateful if they understood it properly.

Very slowly, like a mighty sequoia beginning the first step towards resurrection as a million Save The Trees leaflets...

Surely Bjorn Stronginthearm is my uncle,” he pointed out, slowly.

You do know you could find yourself charged with being a dominant species while under the influence of impulse-driven consumerism, don't you?

Tiffany knew what the problem was immediately. She'd seen it before, atbirthday parties. Her brother was suffering from tragic sweetdeprivation. Yes, he was surrounded by sweets. But the moment he took anysweet at all, said his sugar-addled brain, that meant he was not takingall the rest. And there were so many sweets he'd never be able to eatthem all. It was too much to cope with. The only solution was to burstinto tears.

Have a chocolate-covered raisin,” he said.“They look like rat droppings,” said the Chair.The Dean peered at them in the gloom.“So that’s it,” he said. “The bag fell on the floor a minute ago, and I thought there seemed rather a lot.

D’yer see it? This finger, laddie, could send ye to meet yer Maker!”Sgt. Deisenburger stared at the black and purple nail a few inches from his face. As an offensive weapon it rated quite highly, especially if it was ever used in the preparation of food.

Midnight ...Stare at screen. Vaguely aware right hand has hit keys to open new file. Start breathing very slowly.Write 1,943 words.Bed.For a day there, thought we weren't going to make it.

Thatsh prieshts for you,” said the old man wetly. “Nothing by torc, torc, torc.