Well, the rollout of new technology always affects how wizards do business.

There is a rule for fantasy writers: The more truth you mix in with a lie, the stronger it gets.

And we will cause it to be well-made, this Sacrifice. You, young and never loving; I, old and never loved. Such a Song the Sea will never have seen.

Belief made no difference to the truth.

Blood in the water I sing, and one who shed it: deadliest hunger I sing, and one who fed it- weaving the ancient-most tale of the Sea's sending: singing the tragedy, singing the joy unending This is our shame- this is the whole Ocean's glory: this is the Song of the Twelve. Hark to the story! Hearken, and bring it to pass: swift lest the sorrow long ago laid to it's rest devour us tomarrow!

Sometimes we do not hear the Whisperer even at her loudest because she speaks in our own voice, the one we most often discount.

How am I supposed to save the universe with all this noise?!