It would not do to be Lord of a universe inhabited solely by serfs.

I see you have returned, my love; and your mood is as dark as ever. Did your soldiers not adore you to your complete satisfaction?

Your thoughts are transparent.

Where there is great love there is great harmony of thought.

Armon stared into the wild darkness of his opponent and saw a reflection of his own fall.

I have been a soreheaded occupant of a file drawer labeled "science fiction" ... and I would like out, particularly since so many serious critics regularly mistake the drawer for a urinal.