Unfortunately, this is not TLT. As Thaidakar notices that Szeth has stolen the Sandwich, I chloroform-rag them both, steal the Sandwich, leave a gift basket for them to share, and start running towards my getaway X-15.
Hm... Around once or twice a month. Mostly just as an easy and quick snack after I get home super late or something.
Do you consider yourself an optimist?
Um, excuse me? The Rithmatist was written by Mark Twain in 1446 during the South American Revolution. But yeah, it does need a sequel. Written by Mark Twain.
My dog is pretty cool.
I'm very proud of what I've done to the reading lists on my About Me page. Took FOREVER, and I'm still trying to remember a few series to add. Go check it out if... books.
What about the left one? I give you a negative 12 dollar bill, which by giving it to you, gives me money. I use my $12 to buy the left sock.
I have a complete pair of fuzzy socks!
"Well you're a powerful adventurer Ookla thing. Most people I kill are perfectly normal." Everyone paused. "Are you worried that I'll try to kill you again?"
However, the guards had been trained well. A few went off to chase Platypus, while most stayed to guard the wall.
"Of course not!" Everyone exclaimed. "I want to kill Rym and destroy the sword. Or wait, you can't destroy Mordite... I want to kill Rym and throw the sword to the bottom of the ocean on some forgotten and remote planet."
"That's not what I meant. Can't the Witherlord literally just make that sword kill anyone whenever he wants to? Doesn't seem like the best item to carry around for fun."
"Mordite sword? Doesn't that come with... y'know, side effects? As in, the Witherlord can control it if he wants to?" Everyone paused. "Or am I thinking of chaotic-dark energy...?"