A Year and a Day in Old Theradane

by Scott Lynch

Happily, a couple years later I was a less shambolic human organism, and when the invitation to Rogues came I was beside myself with eagerness to be at it and give my own formula a bit of a Vancian science fantasy twist.

“Better to say nothing and be thought a fool,” said Amarelle, “than to interfere in the business of wizards and remove all doubt.

“And another thing, you venomous milk-faced thundercunt! NOBODY drops a dead vorpilax on my friends, NOBODY! What you fling at the other members of your pointy-hatted circle jerk is your business, but the next time you trifle with the lives of uninvolved citizens, you’d better lock your doors, put on your thickest steel corset, and hire a food taster, you catch my meaning?”