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Not to death, for that had been barred to me when I found Death and killed him.
Two, I disliked the sky because the sunlight was too bright, the night too dark to read in, and it tended to rain on occasion, which ruined my books.
Perhaps by casting Yeetus Annoyus—a spell developed by an old colleague to dismiss certain students of his—to fling her away harmlessly.
"One of the greatest mistakes someone can make, is to accept the truth as being true without first testing the potential for it not being so."
“You know, I should have foreseen that killing all of the major gods would have some repercussions.”
I’d heard someone say that the only two certainties in life were death and taxes. Obviously they had never tried applying an army of the undead to those trying to collect those taxes.
“Greetings,” I said at a perfectly normal volume. “You dare speak without turn!” the serpent woman said. “I suppose I do. Though I did wait for him to introduce me, at least in part.” I let my disguise fall away. “Hello. I’m Harold.” “Oh, shit,” the goddess said.
“You’re a madman.” “No, I’m a curious scientist. It’s entirely different.”
“Secrets tend to come out eventually, no matter what you do. That’s why I just don’t bother.”
It was often better to learn a simple and useful utilitarian spell and then learning how to apply it for violence rather than learning a spell meant for violence and trying to find a use for it in one’s day-to-day.
