In the course of his studies, Prospero learned a trick or two to keep himself hidden from seeking eyes; ways to hide a fellow behind a pocket of air, and ways to subdue the properties of sound as they propagated through the ether, and other sorts of ways besides, to confound and consternate all the senses that had no names ( Read more... )

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And this, the third thought, came and went: That peace, this endless, far-flung peace, was a thing for toothless kings and gallowsmen in Paradise ( Read more... )