May I say that I approve of a piece that tries to remake the entire puzzle?

While princes do rule the empire, they have to work within certain boundaries, and they're also always in a contest with each other to become the next emperor. And this contest includes actually killing each other, doing anything they can get away with to each other.

Fear and realisation of ignorance, strong medicines against stupid pride.

But we survived, didn’t we? That makes it an adventure. If you get killed it’s a tragedy.

Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

I think I've actually benefited from Australia being a kind of combination of both British and American culture. We kind of got the best of both British and American television and books, science fiction and fantasy, and so on. So I'm familiar with a lot of, for example, American books and television that a British author of my generation might not be.

I suppose you could call me...Soot," said the thing. "Yes...Soot. I have breathed it, lived in it, and eaten it for so long that it is a fitting name." "Eaten it?" asked Suzy. "Why eat soot?" "Boredom," said Soot.