Devils may be nothing but beings intent on their purpose, which now happens to collide with yours. - Fritz Leiber

There is an inescapable imperative about certain industrial developments. If there is not a safe road of advance, then a dangerous one will invariably be taken.

Pulg, alongside his pink streak of sentimentality, had recently taken to sporting a gray one of superstition.

With a happy roaring shout only he could hear, blood rushed through the Mouser’s arteries toward his center, reviving his limp manhood in a mere moment, as a magically summoned genie offhandedly builds a tower.