"The Human's world ends soon," said the cat.
"Again?" said the dog.
"They are fond of endings and beginnings. Even if nothing changes."
The dog whined.
"Same procedure as last year?" said the cat.
"Please."
The cat lay on the dog's head and purred, muffling the fireworks.
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"I have heard that the thoughts you think most often, and strongest, are etched on the inside of your skull," the necromancer's assistant said. "Is that true?"
"It is," the necromancer said. "Though I rarely try to read them."
"Will you read mine, when I'm dead?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes."
"I have heard that the thoughts you think most often, and strongest, are etched on the inside of your skull," the necromancer's assistant said. "Is that true?"
"It is," the necromancer said. "Though I rarely try to read them."
"Will you read mine, when I'm dead?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes."
The wizard delivered a box. "Fifty amulets per spec."
"Which anyone can use to, at the cost of a drop of blood, instantly travel anywhere they can see clearly?"
"So like fifty yards for anyone but the young. Quite pointless. Who will you sell these to?"
"Those who buy my invention: binoculars."
The alien space probe entered Earth's orbit and sent a brief radio signal.
An international team was set up. Analysis of the probe revealed it likely was 65 million years old, and originated in the Solar system.
There was a sticker on it, half as old. At last, it was decoded:
"Return to sender."
She looked out. The profile of a demon lord decorated the city's skyline.
She sighed; did the pose. The goddess lifted her, transformed her into a magical girl.
She beat the demon into a pulp, then faced the harder battle: to return to her seventy-year old body, with aching knees and knuckles.
They checked each others' rental contracts. Both were valid.
"This isn't supposed to be possible," the wizard said.
"Impossibles are your domain," the princess said, "but here we are."
They looked at the tower.
"Do you want a-" said the wizard.
"Apprentice?"
"-roommate?"
"Yes," both said.
The artificer nodded. "I can build this wheeled chair, but why? You have an enchanted hover seat."
"Yes," the wizard fumed, "but the palace have erected magic-cancelling wards."
"Why?"
"Don't know. But they didn't think of people who need mobility aids. So I need wheels to go shout at the king."
They checked each others' rental contracts. Both were valid.
"This isn't supposed to be possible," the wizard said.
"Impossibles are your domain," the princess said, "but here we are."
They looked at the tower.
"Do you want a-" said the wizard.
"Apprentice?"
"-roommate?"
"Yes," both said.
The wizard delivered a box. "Fifty amulets per spec."
"Which anyone can use to, at the cost of a drop of blood, instantly travel anywhere they can see clearly?"
"So like fifty yards for anyone but the young. Quite pointless. Who will you sell these to?"
"Those who buy my invention: binoculars."
"You will marry whoever you pick at the Royal Ball," the king told the princess.
"We'll hold another Ball," the king said. "Pick anyone of noble birth."
"We'll hold a third Ball," the king said. "Pick a man of noble birth."
"Wait," the queen said. "Maybe she doesn't even want to marry."
"What?"
The alien space probe entered Earth's orbit and sent a brief radio signal.
An international team was set up. Analysis of the probe revealed it likely was 65 million years old, and originated in the Solar system.
There was a sticker on it, half as old. At last, it was decoded:
"Return to sender."
She looked out. The profile of a demon lord decorated the city's skyline.
She sighed; did the pose. The goddess lifted her, transformed her into a magical girl.
She beat the demon into a pulp, then faced the harder battle: to return to her seventy-year old body, with aching knees and knuckles.
