It couldn’t possibly get any worse than this, I thought. I cowered in the corner, clutching my captured wrench like a child’s teddy bear, with no way out, and full of the knowledge that my magic had failed me. Oddly, that thought troubled me more than probable death. A lot more. Death was something that happened to everyone – only the timing is different, for each of us. I knew that I would, eventually, die. Hell, I even knew that I might die horribly. But I had never thought that the magic would fail me. More accurately, I had never guessed that I might fail
