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.

Wisdom and knowledge is everywhere, but so is stupity.

If your appearance is all people see, they have no respect for your mind.

Unquestioning obedience is for slaves, the uneducated and the pathetic.

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?

Though I can’t help feeling a sudden death cheats you of something. Death is an experience of life. You only get one death. I would like to be aware it was happening, even if that did mean enduring pain and fear.

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.