Folklore was self-generating. - China Miéville

Neither dust nor light stirred. It was as if time had been bled dry and given up.

Destiny's bunk," said the book. "That's why this lot aren't the Propheseers anymore." "From here on in," said Mortar, "we're the Order of Suggesters.

He was, after all, the scientist-outcast, the disreputable thinker who walked out of a lucrative teaching post to engage in experiments too outrageous and brilliant for the tiny minds who ran the university. What did he care for convention? He would sleep with whomever and whatever he liked, surely!