Quotes from Andrew Rowe

Headaches from using my attunement? I could deal with them. Existential terror at the possibility of destroying my own mind? Pretty much routine at this point. Doing paperwork for the government? Now that was brutal.

It was the day of my Judgment, and I was prepared in a thousand ways that didn't matter.

Sometimes the world's most brilliant ideas don't work. Doesn't make them any less insightful.

In fact, I didn't really want to have final words at all, unless they involved something like, "At last, I have transcended beyond the boundaries of my frail human existence.

everyone who exists is mentally compromised. We all accumulate false information over time, internalize it, and are influenced by it, consciously or otherwise. We are, in part, a product of these biases, as well as all other information we gather in our lifetimes.

I didn't want, "Healing magic didn't seem like a priority," to be my final words.

And so, with all the athleticism of a student who spends most of his time reading and enchanting, I tried to jump

It was too early for me to interact with the living, and in spite of my general fondness for Sera, she still was another entity and thus a toll on my exhausted mind.

For the future, please promise me you will not make any life-altering oaths in order to influence my love life.

They say the shortest way to a man's heart is through his sternum, after all.

And by "I came to the realization", I mean Derek eventually told me, "We're flirting, can we please have some space?" Fair enough, Derek. Fair enough. So, I, Corin Cadence, master of understanding human mating rituals, left that room to the two of them and tried not to think about that too much.

Oh, talking to people. That's a thing I should do again sometime.

Nailing my door shut at night wasn't exactly elegant, but it was a pretty effective deterrent.

But I didn't trust luck. Luck wasn't reliable.

Jin smirked. "Why? There's nothing else that interests me here." Do not be charmed. He is not charming. There is no charming happening here. None.

Vanniv put a hand over his chest. "I don't know what you're implying, madam professor, but I have a strict 'no attacking cities' policy.

This was both unsettling, since I'd been duped, and a little comforting in that it took away some of my feeling of guilt for my actions. Ah, the sweet power of deflecting responsibility.

For me, meeting new people was generally an unfortunate necessity, not an interest. Anabelle Farren might have actually been an exception for me, if I hadn't been absolutely confident that she — or Nakht — was about fifty percent likely to obliterate me if I said the wrong thing. That sort of thing made it hard for me to be enthusiastic,

Even the greatest monsters couldn't inspire fear like an old woman who was plotting something.

And there is no realer man than I," Vanniv replied with a nod. "Excepting for the fact that I am a magically created copy of the original Vanniv, of course, and thus completely fake.

Sincerely, Mysterious Book Entity Aww, it still liked that name.

Mages, unsurprisingly, loved researching new and exciting ways to explode things just as much as anyone else. I

I liked her hair, fine and bright yellow, like corn. But I'd never been interested in people like that. I'd expected that to change as I'd gotten older, but those much-vaunted pubescent urges just never struck me the same way they seemed to hit other people.

Professor Vellum had no aura at all. That was not a good sign. I began the treatment process by panicking.