Mr Wines

Above all, to lies and secrets. Delicious holes in the world! Guard them well, for their uncovering will undo us all. To secrets and lies!

To those most delicious of friends, ridden by savage desire! To the rake's scream, the laudanum-call, the harlot's pity!

To the tamers of the wild Unterzee, the defenders of the true word, and the creators of new life!

To the wicked and the wise! To the hungry and the sharp! To the shivering wretches of the Flit, and the lofty lords of the Palace!

And above all, to lies & secrets. Delicious holes in the world! Guard them well, for their uncovering will undo us all. To secrets and lies!

To those most delicious of friends, ridden by savage desire! To the rake's scream, the laudanum-call, the harlot's pity!

To the tamers of the wild Unterzee, the defenders of the true word, and the creators of new life!

To the shivering wretches of the Flit, and the lofty lords of the Palace!

To the wicked and the wise! To the hungry and the sharp!

We thank you all for your attention. As ever, you are the most delicious of our friends.

We are spent! We must bid you a felicitous and fulfilling evening, and we must depart.

You had to mention horses, did you not?

We have no idea what you mean, @mr_pages and we resent your implications! We are the definition of propriety.

But! We are aware of several of you sorts who have visited the boatman and have returned to create bawling offspring. Apparently correctly.

Other than certain aspects of love, we are unfamiliar with your processes of spawning. And surely wish to remain so.

We do not wish to speak further of our dreams.

We dream rarely. We dream of the cold empty spaces. We dream of the time before love and the time before names.

Is that good? It's hard to tell with you.

Diversorate your heart out.

Show one of her people a horse, and they'll ride it, train it, milk it, and make things from the milk. All at once, in some cases.