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You need to realize you’re not an island, and you can’t decide things as if you were alone in the world. You are a member of this family, and your actions inevitably reflect on our reputation. I will not let you embarrass me by looking like a common factory worker. Go back to your room and put on some proper clothes.”
spells are structured magic.
“Chanting a spell takes several seconds, if not longer, and most of your opponents will kill you before you finish. Especially today, in the aftermath of the Splinter Wars, when every fool is armed with a gun and educated in ways to effectively combat mages.”
She shrugged. “Some students are capable of reconstructing a spell after seeing it performed only once. Once you know the chant and gestures, 80% of the work has already been done for you.”
There might be no right answer, but Zorian knew from experience that there was always a wrong answer.
Zach was off somewhere in the world, doing insanely dangerous things—and dying. When he died, his soul was dragged into the past to start over… and it dragged Zorian’s soul back with it. Which would make Zorian soul-bonded to Zach. Damn it.
“You are the lamest time traveler ever,” Kirielle opinionated.
[Greetings, Zorian Kazinski,] the spider spoke telepathically. [I have been wanting to meet you for a while now. You and I need to have a long, looong talk…]
“Every time I enter a big enough crowd, I feel this weird mental pressure that gives me a headache if I stay within it long enough.”
“You're wrong,” Zorian said. “First of all, everything matters. You are what you do, and if I were to start doing stupid things just because there is seemingly no consequence for them, those actions would eventually come to define me.
Okay Zorian, I’m going to go first and get these four dead-weights down and you follow after me with those two.” “Hey!” one of the dead-weights complained.
“You shot me!” the Red Robe’s voice yelled hysterically behind him. “What kind of mage uses a gun!?”
