People don't like to say Fantasy they say Magic Realism which means Fantasy written by somebody I went to university with.

They know that people need witches; they need the unofficial people who understand the difference between right and wrong, and when right is wrong and when wrong is right. The world needs the people who work around the edges. They need the people who can deal with the little bumps and inconveniences. And little problems. After all, we are almost all human. Almost all of the time.

I reckon responsible behavior is something to get when you grow older. Like varicose veins.

But then science is nothing but a series of questions that lead to more questions.

One person is nothing. Two people are a nation.

And then there were cats, thought Dog. He'd surprised the huge ginger cat from next door and had attempted to reduce it to cowering jelly by means of the usual glowing stare and deep-throated growl, which had always worked on the damned in the past. This time they had earned him a whack on the nose that had made his eyes water. Cats, Dog considered, were clearly a lot tougher than lost souls. He was looking forward to a further cat experiment, which he planned would consist of jumping around and yapping excitedly at it. It was a long shot, but it just might work.

Remember - that which does not kill us can only make us stronger. And that which does kill us leaves us dead!