Sorcery of Thorns

by Margaret Rogerson

“You’re right, that doesn’t sound like something a proper evil sorcerer would do. Next time, I won’t fold them.”

“Tempting as the prospect is,” Nathaniel said, “we are not attempting world domination. It sounds fun in theory, but in reality it’s a logistical nightmare. All those assassinations and so forth.”

“If you can believe it, I used to fancy him. Then he went and grew that mustache. Or he murdered a gerbil and attached it to his face. For the life of me, I can’t tell which.”

“First, I learned how to make tea,” he said finally, speaking more to himself than to her. “When humans wish to help, they are forever offering each other tea.”

You’ve reminded me to live. That’s worth having something to lose.”