The pain in my leg didn’t make me weaker, didn’t discourage me, didn’t distract me as I walked. It was like a fire in my thoughts, my concentration, burning ever more brightly, more pure, refining my anger, my hate, into something steel-hard, steel-sharp. I could feel it burning, and reached for it eagerly, shoving the pain inside to fuel my incandescent anger. Victor Shadowman was going to pay for what he’d done to all those people, to me and to my friends. Dammit all, I was not going out before I’d caught up to that man and shown him what a real wizard could do.
🗣️ BEAT HIS ASS, BEAT HIS ASS!
