“You are judged many times more by what you do in groups than for what you do as individuals.”

“God is the one subject of reality. Take away the one subject and there is nothing real.”

“The truths of the one subject have already been discovered, but have not been accepted because they spell the death of the faith in the lie.”

“How is something authorised as ‘feng shui compliant’ he wondered. Is there a Chinese Ministry of Magic?”

“If you never wished you were an ass, you are most probably an ass.”

“Given a choice between goose egg and heartache, I would choose heartache.”

“There are few things more mysterious than endings. I mean, for example, when did the Greek gods end, exactly? Was there a day when Zeus waved magisterially down from Olympus and Aphrodite and her lover Ares, and her crippled husband Hephaestus ) I always felt sorry for him), and all the rest got rolled up like a worn-out carpet?”

“Good plan,” Freddy was saying. “Let’s get some decent sleep. Tomorrow we can shake our gravy asses into town and do some sluething.”

“Sir Henry fixed him with a keen eye.’Odd name, Tom Skatt – eh?”Thats right”You don’t think we could be related?’Tom looked up at his great-great-great-uncle and smiled.’I don’t think so”No,’ grinned Sir Henry “no, of course not”

“She needed Andrew Simpson Smith, it was that simple. And he had spent his life training to help people like her. Gods. “Okay, Andrew. But let’s leave today. I’m in a hurry.””Of course. Today.” He stroked the place where his slight beard was beginning to grow. “These ruins where your friends are waiting? Where are they?”Tally glances up at the sun, still low enough to indicate the eastern horizon. After a moment’s calculation, she pointed off to the northwest, back toward the city and beyond that, the Rusty Ruins. “About a week’s walk that way.” “A week?””That means seven days.””Yes, I know the gods’ calendar,” he said huffily. “But a whole week?””Yeah. That’s not so far, is it?” The hunters had been tireless on their march the night before. He shook his head, an awed expression on his face. “But that is beyond the edge of the world.”

“Dwarfs were not a naturally religious species, but in a world where pit props could crack without warning and pockets of fire damp could suddenly explode they’d seen the need for gods as the sort of supernatural equivalent of a hard hat. Besides, when you hit your thumb with an eight-pound hammer it’s nice to be able to blaspheme. It takes a very special and strong-minded kind of atheist to jump up and down with their hand clasped under their other armpit and shout, “Oh, random-fluctuations-in-the-space-time-continuum!” or “Aaargh, primitive-and-outmoded-concept on a crutch!”

“There is little more I can add short of dissecting the man, or going into intimate details such as the modest proportions and slight southeasterly curvature of his manhood.”