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.

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

Happy endings are a luxury of fiction

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.

Mortals did not need gods to order them to kill eachother. They were quite capable of finding reasons to do so themselves.

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?