ABRAMS, Inc.

The glory of show business is that it gives the people what they want. The glory of art is that it gives us what we never knew we wanted.

What sort of a person would keep on opening boxes until they ran out? An idiot, obviously, but a special kind of idiot.

The ubiquitous palace servants opened the door for Neverfell as she approached, and Zouelle was suddenly stung by the thought of the guards perhaps calling Neverfell ‘my lady’ the same way they had addressed her. Immediately the honour of that title cheapened in her mind, like a piece of tinsel that had adorned the neck of a puppy or piglet.