The Trouble With Being A God Is

On The Disc, The Gods Aren't So Much Worshipped, As They Are Blamed.

Thats How We Survive Infinity - We Kill It By Breaking It Up Into Small Bits.

The Students Were Staring At Her In The Manner Of Those Who Have Heard Of The Species 'female' But Have Never Expected To Get This Close To One.

There Are No Medium-sized Trees In The Deep Forest. There Are Only The Towering Ones, Whose Canopy Spreads Across The Sky. Below, In The Gloom, There's Light For Nothing But Mosses And Ferns. But When A Giant Falls, Leaving A Little Space ... Then There's A Race - Between The Trees On Either Side, Who Want To Spread Out, And The Seedlings Below, Who Race To Grow Up. Sometimes, You Can Make Your Own Space.

Once Upon A Time The Plural Of 'wizard' Was 'war'.