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The ground was black obsidian from the lava that had flowed over it for eons. A cauldron of orange lava steamed up from the ground.

The sound of Billy Joel played through the house when I entered.

The hardest part of a prisoner transfer was that you had to trust the other party to behave themselves.

Forty-five minutes was not a lot of time, but I could do a lot of damage with it given the proper motivation, and I was intensely motivated.

If there was one thing I could not abide, it was dishonesty.

Cars passed quickly on the street behind us, and the light from their headlights illuminated the dark restaurant, where a funny-looking parrot stood prepping for the next day.

It was the third apothecary shop I’d been to in a row that refused to work with me. Whoever was trying to kill me was foreboding enough to put the fear of the gods into some of the most powerful monst