The world, we are told, was made especially for man — a presumption not supported by all the facts.
A Thousand-Mile Walk to the GulfHow does it feel to be seven thousand years old?" "That depends." "On what?" "On how I want to feel.
Permutation CityRaw, freezing magic detonated from her outstretched hand with the sound of a thousand thunderclaps.
The Prophecy of Three: The Keys of Time* The joy and smile of even one child is worth more than the prancing intellects of a thousand men
Voice of ReasonA thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.
Words of Paradise: Selected Poems of RumiCarla had realised there wasn’t just one destined adventure in life, there were thousands of them.
Whatever Became of the Squishies?