"Dr. Pipt will make no more Powder of Life, I promise you," said she. "I have sent for him and had him brought to this palace, where he now is, and his four kettles have been destroyed and his book of recipes burned up.”
…That doesn’t sound worth smiling over, anymore than the whole “magical surveillance state” thing. Maybe letting the little girl rule was a bad idea.
> Ozma smiled.
"Dr. Pipt will make no more Powder of Life, I promise you," said she. "I have sent for him and had him brought to this palace, where he now is, and his four kettles have been destroyed and his book of recipes burned up.”
…That doesn’t sound worth smiling over, anymore than the whole “magical surveillance state” thing. Maybe letting the little girl rule was a bad idea.
"I cannot blame you for your heartless remark, as you cannot understand the feelings of those who possess hearts." Snap!
Ozma, what are you up to?