Jefferson Smith
Jefferson Smith has always been something of a mystery. Born in several different communities scattered across Canada, he has never been able to stay put for long and has spent his entire life walking the byways of distant realms, seeking out stories of the fantastic. Like the time he devoted two months to shoeing the seahorses of Narnia, or that six-week stint as a comic jester for the Mad King Aerys. He even spent three months once, sculpting dreams in light for a Mouse-lord in Hollywood.
But no matter where he goes or what he sees, Jefferson has a passion for gathering the best bits and weaving them into tales of whimsy and delight for his friends back home. Like a foreign news correspondent reporting from the worlds beyond, he brings tales of the weird and wonderful right into your living room, just in time for tea.
“Respect is a really powerful magic too, you know.”
“She was every inch the skeletal goddess that had been promised by the bones of her feet.”
“Trust not in Sprites nor the motivations of a Gnome.”
“It is a fool of a shepherd who culls his dogs.”
“You can't believe everything people tell you - not even if those people are your own brain.”
“Wisdom cannot be stolen - it can only be shared.”
“How do you explain plastic to a medieval forest bard?”
“There is no such thing as helplessness. It's just another word for giving up.”
“Your king is SUPPOSED to explode? What kind of government system is that?”
“Respect is a kind of magic too, you know.”
“In the world of your story, your outline is like the Ten Commandments. Unfortunately, your characters are all Atheists.”