Good collection of stories.
Quotes:
In this way it was discovered that the wasp nests of Yiwei, dipped in hot water, unfurled into beautifully accurate maps of provinces near and far, inked in vegetable pigments and labeled in careful Mandarin that could be distinguished beneath a microscope.
By the sheerest of accidents, one of the bees trained as a cartographer’s assistant was an anarchist.
The gods need human beings in order to be gods!
This was a body blow. It messed up utterly his notions about gods needing men to believe in them.
The palace stood in a great green park, dotted with white-flowered maybushes. It was not at all like an English palace—St. James’s or Buckingham Palace, for instance—because it was very beautiful and very clean.
“Oh, my poor child,” said the King; “your maid has turned into an Automatic Machine.”
Your maid has turned into an Automatic Nagging Machine.
“There are times,” said Amos, “when it is better to know only the reward and not the dangers.”
The moral of the story is: you can’t see anything unless you look at it inside another skin.
You’re Woof-woof.”
“Fools,” said Ozymandias, “know a great deal which the wise do not. There are werewolves. There always have been, and quite probably always will be.” He spoke as calmly and assuredly as though he were mentioning that the earth was round. “And there are three infallible physical signs: the meeting of eyebrows, the long index finger, the hairy palms. You have all three. And even your name is an indication. Family names do not come from nowhere. Every Smith has an ancestor somewhere who was a smith. Every Fisher comes from a family that once fished. And your name is Wolf.”
But, hell! Wolfe Wolf was no longer primarily a scholar. He was a werewolf now, a white-magic werewolf, a werewolf-for-fun; and fun he was going to have.
“Not quite. For every kind of merchandise there’s a market. The trick is to find it. And you, colleague, are going to be the first practical commercial werewolf on record.”
Let it be known that on this one night no one in the world will die, for Death will be dancing at Lady Neville’s ball.”
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