It was raining in the small, mountainous country of Llamedos. It was always raining in Llamedos. Rain was the country's main export. It had rain mines.

After all, when you seek advice from someone it's certainly not because you want them to give it. You just want them to be there while you talk to yourself.

Why not? If enough people believe, you can be god of anything.

There will be justice," said Brutha. "If there is no justice, there is nothing.

The truth is a fog, in which one man sees the heavenly host and the other one sees a flying elephant.

This was not a fairy-tale castle and there was no such thing as a fairy-tale ending, but sometimes you could threaten to kick the handsome prince in the ham-and-eggs.

If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.