The Third Realm (Ten Realms, #3)

by Michael Chatfield

It hissed angrily, which was hard because it was a snake; they don’t really sound anything but angry danger poles.

Niemm looked over to see that Ricky was covered in ink as Hayley had used him as a shield, staying clean. “Black suits you,” she said, holding two thumbs up. Ricky returned the gesture but with two different fingers.

There were three levels of knowledge: learning it, being tested on it, and teaching others. At each point, one’s understanding of the knowledge that they had learned would be affirmed and made stronger.

“I’m trying to start a revolution, the anti-bowing revolution—want to join? Our backs are much more relaxed.” Old Hei wagged his bushy eyebrows. “How in the hell did you become one of the pill heads?” Erik asked. “Being too fucking awesome?” Old Hei shrugged as they landed.

Resources are just resources—we can grow and find more—but improving one’s skills and ability is something that can only be done through hard work and spurts of rapid growth through enlightenment,”