The Mage in the Iron Mask (Forgotten Realms: The Nobles #4)

by Brian M. Thomsen

If there is one thing worse than an itinerant actor, it’s an itinerant writer.

They were no sooner back in their place than the master swordsman tossed the dagger-bisected apple into the air and quickly slashed it in mid-flight, chopping the apple in two, and freeing the dagger blade from its fructose prison. As the two halves of the apple fell to the ground, he plucked the simultaneously falling dagger out of the air, catching it twixt two fingers on its blade point.

Major DEX display here its hysterical

Time, tide, and dinner at Fullstaff’s waited for no man.

Adorable

“Remember,” she answered in an equivalent and hasty whisper, “don’t believe everything you read. From what I understand, most writers are born liars.”

“I never thought of Mulmaster as much of a party town,” Passepout said. “I guess first impressions can be misleading, especially when your first night is spent in jail.”