Magic, the blessed curse that gnaws at the soul and leaves a void in the mind into which too much that is alien and deadly can settle. The Decaying Mansions of Memory (2011)
With age came wisdom. Sometimes wisdom came with an ass kicking, too. And nothing could kick ass like the whole world. The Decaying Mansions of Memory (2011)
Unwise or unlucky wizards learned fast enough how much one paid for one’s mistakes. One sometimes paid more dearly for one’s successes. The Decaying Mansions of Memory (2011)
Horn could hear the click of the dice that made up the multiverse. Beneath the struggles of gods and men and monsters, behind the powers of magic and prayer and bared blade, chance governed all. The Decaying Mansions of Memory (2011)
Why was he thinking of her now? Fool, fool, fool. The barmaid had cast the oldest spell of all on him, a cantrip requiring only alcohol, sorrow, and time. The Decaying Mansions of Memory (2011)