Spell Caster Chapter 19
"There had to have been someone less annoying than you available." "How can you say such things?" Tajor gasped.
"There had to have been someone less annoying than you available." "How can you say such things?" Tajor gasped.
“What happened here? I can’t even count how many times I’ve made this trip, and I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“If they irritate the dryad too much, she’ll kill them all.” “Unless they kill her first,” Heston said. “Not likely,” Jerryck said.
“If someone would poison an entire river…” Jerryck paused to shudder. “Would they do something else later on?” “Guaranteed,” Heston said.
“The king doesn’t grant audiences to people who incite riots,” Heston said.
"You are hereby ordered to appear before the Gathering to explain your actions, or refute these accusations."
“I’m rescinding permission for you to leave,” Terrance said.
Quepotas instinctively avoided well it places, unless especially determined.
Heston frowned. “Did you blow up your workroom again?” Nita snickered. “Again.”
How had she figured that out so quickly? Was she more sensitive than he? Just how powerful was she?
"People who use magic, their aura tends to fluctuate more than most others. Because they use it, then regenerate it at greater capacities."
"We traced the poison to a tributary that comes from the Chemwanitz Mountains."
He needed to catch a particle of the actual taint. And whatever that was, lay in the vats. How could it have gotten there?
Jerryck headed straight for the kitchens to check on his family.
Fire consumed. Why couldn't it be altered? What if it consumed other magic... Like Tajor's curse.
Terrance was as intimate with death as Jerryck. He would understand.