Choosing a life of magic, you’re either all in or you’re not. There’s no half-measures.
That’s the great thing about magic. It can’t be explained.
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.
