The Kus left us our religions, to keep us docile. My mother's brand of snake-oil soothsaying passed the test, thanks to years on the best-seller lists. That this Kus hasn't killed me tells me he thinks I can read his future.
The world of science fiction cinema is a rich and varied one. Fantasy . . . . not so much.
It was autumn all year. / Blackbirds came and went.
