Chaos is found in greatest abundance wherever order is being sought. It always defeats order, because it is better organized.

Shadwell hated all southerners and, by inference, was standing at the North Pole.

What's the orbital velocity of the moon?

I stroll along, talk, I sign books, people buy me drinks, I forget where my hotel is, I get lost and fall into some local body of water... done it hundreds of times.

Sometimes you can think that 'I've had enough of wizards!' And sometimes fantasy is not just about wizards.

These weren't cheap modern books; these were books bound in leather, and not just leather, but leather from clever cows who had given their lives for literature after a happy existence in the very best pastures.

Oh, there's plenty of reasons. I just don't know which one.