Extending his senses, Lorkin tried again to hear his mother’s surface thoughts. What he picked up seemed too out of character, however. He must be imagining it. Though…it was also odd that he would imagine his mother thinking such a string of curse words.

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

It was impossible to imagine the aloof, dignified, powerful High Lord living as, of all things, a slave.

Better to know the quick pain of truth than the ongoing pain of a long-held false hope.

I wound up studying art and design, got a job at Lonely Planet Publications as a designer, cartographer and illustrator.

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.

Extending his senses, Lorkin tried again to hear his mother’s surface thoughts. What he picked up seemed too out of character, however. He must be imagining it. Though…it was also odd that he would imagine his mother thinking such a string of curse words.