Any idiot can put up a website.
You don’t have the courage of a half-bred mongrel.
"Can't sleep with a dead man in my closet." "You killed someone?" asked Ben with interest.
My mother was a children's librarian. I remember when traditional stories were revised for modern audiences until they bore only a nodding acquaintance with the originals, but were released as 'authentic Indian stories' when they were, in fact, nothing of the kind.
Wizards are a secretive lot.
Now, I'm not very vain. If I'd ever been, making my living covered in various grease and dirt mixtures would have cured me quickly. Still, I wasn't up to facing two sexy men when I had one eye swollen mostly shut and half of my face black and blue.