[…] the weeping landlord of the pub, who I dragged away from the cellar where three of the lads were still giving him a seeing to.

My postulation, Mae said, "is that our gods of old---from Zeus to Poseidon, to Anubis and Isis---were all royal benificiaries of the superancient civilization that built the Machine.

To set down somewhat circumstantially, not only the events, but the manner of my trials.

I stared at the book. It was pink. I strongly object to the pinkification of all products aimed at women.