When The Whole World Is Crazy, It

But If Used For Retribution, Magic Is Vengeance Incarnate.

The Training Of A Mord-sith Takes Years - To Learn To Handle The Pain. I Guess It's Also Why Only Women Are Mord-sith, Men Are Too Weak.

Wizard's Tenth Rule Willfully Turning Aside From The Truth Is Treason To One's Self.

Only Those You Trust Can Betray You" ~ Nathan

His Face Set In Grim Determination, Richard Slogged Ahead, His Fingers Reaching Up To Touch The Tooth Under His Shirt. Loneliness, Deeper Than He Had Never Known, Sagged His Shoulders. All His Friends Were Lost To Him. He Knew Now That His Life Was Not His Own. It Belonged To His Duty, To His Task. He Was The Seeker. Nothing More. Nothing Less. Not His Own Man, But A Pawn To Be Used By Others. A Tool, Same As His Sword, To Help Others, That They Might Have The Life He Had Only Glimpsed For A Twinkling. He Was No Different From The Dark Things In The Boundary. A Bringer Of Death.