“Apprentice?” I laughed. “I’m no apprentice and never was.” “Oh? If you’re not, then what are you?” I looked deeply into her eyes, the blue so dark and so richly depthless in the flimsy light. “I am the infinite nothing out of which everything flows.” She laughed and nervously rubbed her bare arms. “You’re drunk.” “Too esoteric? Very well, how about this? I am the answer to humanity’s unspoken prayer: the sanest person alive, for nothing human taints my sight. The wholly objective narrator of the story.” She became very serious and said in a level voice, “What is inside the Locked Room, Will?”
...more
