"My clever baton holds your unnatural sorcery in abeyance." — Jack Vance

His brain ached with the want of knowing.

Guyal reined his horse and reflected that flowers were rarely cherished by persons of hostile disposition.

“You must save yourselves,” Rogol Domedonfors told them. “You have ignored the ancient wisdom, you have been too indolent to learn, you have sought easy complacence from religion, rather than facing manfully to the world.”