Q: What is Evil? A: We are. Q: Who are our enemies? A: Everyone. Q: Why do we die? A: *I* don't die: you die, so I can live forever. Q: How do we do magic? A: Like this: it won't hurt much, and it'll soon be over...
Ian G. is bound to be right about (i) Adolescent Vadeli making the best sacrifices and (ii) the resultant tendency to parricide among the Vadeli. Life in the ghetto must be a non-stop whirl of excitement. (And what if Mum takes the kids' side in an argument?).
Imagine the fun, for a Rokari kid in a seaport, of suspecting that your father was a visiting Vadeli seaman... just can't wait for his ship to come back to harbour, eh?
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