It’s coming to a close, dear readers. This is the second-last chapter I wrung out of this thing that I gave to my DM.
Some hated him for being the youngest to make Adept. Some hated him for winning a battle against the Master. Some just hated him for being a Tiefling.
Injustice had a partner, and the name was Prejudice.
There’s more than one way to make a mask of one’s own face. One involves the spell Clone and some really nasty details…
Today’s episode contains self-destructive behaviour, heartbreak, soft betrayal, and my lad realising that no matter how hard he works for a reward, he’s never going to get it.
The best students among the Select won a kiss from the Master. Just a little peck on their forehead and, if a student was particularly interesting…
For the first time in a long time, a Tiefling was paying attention to more than the seasons as the marking of his time here.
I wrote seventy-two pages of all this nonsense. We’re currently on page forty-four. I do go on and on in this, don’t I?
For the first few days, everything was heavy and the world was a blend of dreams and nightmares. … Hell, there was even an entire conversation with Master Bai in which the penta-centenarian actually displayed some sympathy and caring on his lovely features.
It was true that this Tiefling fascinated him as no other had fascinated him before.