On the Disc the gods dealt severely with atheists.

My name is unpronounceable in your tongue, woman,” it said. “I’ll be the judge of that,” warned Granny, and added, “Don’t call me woman.” “Very well. My name is WxrtHltl-jwlpklz,” said the demon smugly.

What's money interested in? More money.

The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort.

As a species, we are forever sticking our finger into the electric socket of the universe to see what will happen next.

There were two ways of looking at the world, but only one when you are starving.

It's not Brits who think American readers are a bunch of whinging morons with the geo-social understanding of a wire coathanger, it's American editors.