Choosing a life of magic, you’re either all in or you’re not. There’s no half-measures.
Romance is for little girls crying into their pillows, not for a devious tosser like me who knows the score.
In the hands of a master, a lute is a formidable weapon. Just look at Sting, mate.
I have had my fair share of defeats these past days, but lying on your ass is no way to get your mojo back.
That’s the great thing about magic. It can’t be explained.
