“I thought the power you had was in your arms and legs and the weapons you bear?”“Don’t forget my cock.”

“You know, Alexia started, “I will be deeply disappointed if the apocalypse starts in Portsmouth.”

“I’m not sure we’re quite the monsters you want us to be.”

“Du Bois sighed theatrically. “It’s as if Oscar Wilde never died for our sins.”

“Bit naïve, isn’t it? So much for the Age of Enlightenment.”“I grew up believing in dragons,” du Bois pointed out.”

“Du Bois didn’t fully understand democracy. It seemed pointless to give people the right to self-determination when so few had any interest in it. Now that humanity had reached a certain level of comfort and people didn’t really seem to want to think for themselves, he believed it was better that they just did what they were told. Then everyone would be happy.”

“How?’ a still shaken Nechtan demanded.Britha had always hated to give magic as an answer. More often than not, another answer could be found.‘Magic,’ she said.”

“I thought the power you had was in your arms and legs and the weapons you bear?”“Don’t forget my cock.”