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1 " That is the nature of time. It flows faster when it was younger and the course is narrower: at the end of all things time has spread and slowed, lik oil spilled on a still pond. "
― George R.R. Martin , Songs of the Dying Earth: Stories in Honour of Jack Vance
2 " She sighed, staring down at the foothills of Cobalt Mountain. “I have been summoned to the Paeolinas’ court to attend the coronation after-ball.” “I was unaware the Queen was ill.” “The Queen was not aware of it either,” replied Paytim. “Her brother poisoned her and seized control of the Crimson Messuage. He has impertinently invited me to attend his coronation as Paeolina the Twenty-Ninth.” “An occasion for celebration. The charm is then a gift for him?” “Only insofar as death is that benefaction offered by envious gods to humankind. My intent is to destroy the entire lineage of Paeolina, so that I will never again be subjected to their abhorrent notions of festivity.” “It seems excessive,” suggested Saloona. “You have never eaten with them. "
3 " The red sun pulled itself from sleep and glared upon the world that it must still serve, though itself of more than pensionable age. "