The sweet, cold breath of life expands my lungs for the first time, and my eyes open wide. Shapes of moody colors and tiny halos of light are all I can see, and the smell of earthy spices pervades my senses. The sounds of gentle bubbling and a small crackling fire make the inside of my ears tingle pleasantly. A deep masculine voice enraptures my attention with a low tone. "There she is. My Muse has finally manifested. How're you feeling, Lillian, dear?" Without being told, I know my Master's presence when I feel it.This is the story of Lillian, The Sorcerer's Pet.