“What are you doing there, boy?”
Zane froze, skewered by Master Crowly"s stare across the dusty clutter of the room. Zane was supposed to be memorizing the seven hundred and seventy-seven Lesser Cantrips. He"d got as far as eleven before his mind had started to wander. He hadn"t expected being a mage would be so boring.
He pushed the Dark Salver aside on the bench as casually as he could, passing his hand over the silver liquid to instruct the moving scenes on its surface to vanish. Master Crowly wasn"t fooled. Casually tossing the counter-spell he picked his way between teetering piles of books and rickety wooden contraptions to stand behind Zane.
“Must I keep telling you, boy? If you wish to be a mage you must work. You waste your time and my own. Playing these games will get you n
