A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking

by T. Kingfisher

Nothing to do with luck, I thought grumpily, folding my arms across my chest and stalking across the courtyard and towards the distant carriageway. I was innocent. They didn’t have a choice. Are you sure about that? This was too much, particularly on top of the rain. Of course they had to find me innocent. That the Inquisitor might have the ability to find me guilty of a murder I hadn’t committed wasn’t something I wanted to think about.

You expect heroes to survive terrible things. If you give them a medal, then you don’t ever have to ask why the terrible thing happened in the first place. Or try to fix it.”