“The Great and Powerful Trixie cannot believe her luck!”
The showmare kicked the busted wheel on her cart, yelping in pain as her black magician boots provided little to soften the crunch on her toes. In Trixie’s trade, form came before function.
“Stupid wheel!” she shouted through gritted teeth. “The Great and Mildly Discomforted Trixie shall throw you right in the garbage dump when she replaces you!”
Trixie snorted. Wheels, she never liked them. Always so prone to breaking down at the worst possible time, she couldn’t trust them! Even now, her brow furrowed. It was just so…sinis
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Northwest Smith's world
OK, another old-style SF one: the world of CL Moore’s “Northwest Smith.”
One of the mottoes of the Space Patrol is “Three Planets, One Law”, but under private questioning they will shamefacedly admit to a variety of local exceptions and variances that would give headaches to a student of the Holy Roman Empire’s political arrangements.
They call it “The Three Planets” as is it was a unified political entity, but it’s hardly that: even the individual planets are fragmented, the Venusian “Emperor” ruling less than a third of the hot planet, the rest being divided into a multitud