The Colors of Magic
By Charles Payseur
“For as long as there has been a Hegemony of Magecraft, there has never been a mage ordained without a Complement.” Ryebert the Gold was in rare form, face shaking as he spoke, as the indignation of his words seemed to shake the very air of the Hegemonic Council.
Jamie winced as he felt stray energy, dry and scratching, fill the air.
“What my Complement means to say,” Norger the Silver said, placing a hand on his partner’s shoulder, drawing Ryebert back before he could accidentally start the tapestries on fire, “is that you’ve been a student for longer than anyone in the history of the Hegemony already, and while your aptitude might earn you preferential treatment from your professors at Daggermount, the Hegemony has seen many with gifts far great
