Kopii nursed his wounded pride in the comfort of his own sitting room with a little help from a cigarette and a flagon of ale. He sat in a big, high-backed leather chair with his bare feet propped on a hassock facing the fireplace and a ...

"Now, Mr. Greywers," began the psychiatrist in a soothing, contralto voice, "let’s start by telling me a little about your childhood. What is your fondest childhood memory?"
        Zelgadis shifted in the big, overstuffed chair, un...