“You’re Loge, aren’t you? It’s odd. I was frightened of you when I thought you were the taxman, but now you… — 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.

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

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