How am I going to make friends with these people if all I can think of is how easy it would be to rob them?

How am I going to make friends with these people if all I can think of is how easy it would be to rob them?



Great. She shook her head. Not only am I having conversations with myself, but now I'm refusing to talk to me. This has got to be the first sign of madness.

What was I thinking? Of all the assistants I could have wound up with, why did I have to choose the one with the scary mother and troublemaking in his bloodlines? I am doomed.

I have always been fascinated by the supernatural elements in stories, whether fairy tales, myths, film or literature.

The Magicians Apprentice was about someone from the low end of society manifesting magical power and how that completely messes up the balance of the whole system.

It is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul, and that it wails through the narrow streets because it is grieved by what it finds there.