The Innocent Mage

In this office we do not have problems. We have interesting developments. We have challenges. If we absolute must we may, on occasion, have a slight difficulty. But under no circumstances whatsoever do we have problems.

What's going on? Not much. My mother's falling to pieces, my sister is a selfish bitch and my father's committing slow suicide for sake of his kingdom. That's all.

The Innocent Mage is come , and we stand at the beginning of the end of everything

In the Final Days shall come the Innocent Mage, born to save the world from blood and death. He shall enter the House of the Usurper He shall learn their ways He shall earn their love He shall lay down his life And Jervale's Heir shall know him, and guide him, and enlighten him not.

Until the song is sung and the musicians have all gone home, not even you can tell which notes made the melody.

The cripple gave him a look. 'I remember that just yesterday you told me I was a cretin and a fool and a disgrace to the memory of my ancestors.' 'Academic hyperbole.' Morg dismissed the complaint with the wave of one hand.'It was merely enthusiastic encouragement, I assure you.' 'Perhaps overenthusiastic would be a more accurate description' muttered the cripple.