I’m the Duke of Riverside. I build things here and pretty much keep the peace, and discourage certain behaviors. If you think all that has been achie… - Ellen Kushner

I thought I would be safe here."
"You are." For the first time, he touched her, touched her hand. "Safe from everything but paper and ink. Please. Put those down."
"Paper and ink." She clutched the books to her ample chest. "They're not nothing, Alec. They're pretty much everything to me: the embodiment of ideas, of thought—of free and open thought. Of inquiry and supposition. All of it."

In a city where most of the wealth is controlled by a small few, certain things are overlooked, particularly when it comes to the assertion of privilege.

Honest change? Honest? Has someone altered the definition of the word while my back was turned, or have you recently developed a sense of humor?