Every writer must seek his own Flowery Kingdom in imagination's wide demesne, and if that search can begin and end on Earth his problem has been greatly simplified.
Looking for a bluebird in that perfectly laid-out utopian suburb was not always quite as easy as the blueprints had provided-in fact it was rather the reverse!
Two men had died before Syme Rector''s guns to give him the key to the ancient city of Kal-Jmar—a city of untold wealth, and of robots that made desires instant commands.
"e;I, the Mind Spider as you name me-the deathless one, the eternally exiled, the eternally imprisoned-or so his overconfident enemies suppose-coming in.