“Humans!” laughed the male duck. “And it’s the likes of you run the world. No wonder the rivers are full of… — Tom Holt

Suddenly, she was not pretty at all; she looked like a thousand-year-old teenager who wanted something she knew she couldn’t have.

And, like many missionaries, she was not above a little persecution in the cause of the communication of Enlightenment.

“You’re Loge, aren’t you? It’s odd. I was frightened of you when I thought you were the taxman, but now you turn out to be a God, I’m not frightened at all.