Nodding, Cery strode to the door and stepped through. Though the burly guards eyes him suspiciously, Cery smiled back. Never make enemies of someone's lackeys, his father had taught him. Better still, make them like you a lot.

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.

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

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

Akkarin: I watched the first woman I loved die. I dont think I can survive losing the second. Sonea: I love you too.

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.

Cery: So, Hem, tell me why I shouldn't see how many holes I need to make before you start leaking money?