One Good Dragon Deserves Another

Help us, Juli-wan Kenobi, you're our only hope." For a moment, that almost, almost made Julius feel like a hero. And then he remembered. "Doesn't Obi-Wan die in that movie?

Don't try to nice your way out of this. It's insulting.

Nothing good ever happened when you woke up in a room with a drain.

Their anger just knocked us all down from halfway across the world,” Bob reminded him. “I don’t think running a few more feet is going to do us any good.

Power someone else gives you isn’t power at all,

Well?” Bob stared at her blankly. “Well what?” “Aren’t you going to ask what I’m doing?” He shrugged. “Why should I? You’re going to tell me whether I want to know or not. That’s the whole reason we’re here, isn’t it? Unless I’m grossly misreading the situation.” He glanced down at Julius. “Should I not have interrupted?

Conrad took hold of both his shoulders and set Julius bodily against the wall and ordered, “Stay.” “I’m not a dog,” Julius muttered, earning himself another deadly glare. “Right,” he amended, dropping his eyes. “Staying.

Everything’s a game, Julius. It has to be. Life is whimsical, random, and cruel, but a game is something you can win.

I’m not a dog,” Julius muttered, earning himself another deadly glare. “Right,” he amended, dropping his eyes. “Staying.

Next time, sir, I’d suggest you stick to qualified, licensed mages like myself for your spells, especially permanent ones.