Turn my back on the world... the historian repeated softly and slowly, his head moving to face the mage. Turn my back on the world! Emotion rarely marred the surface of Astinus's cold voice, but now a...
This wasn't in the histories, Raistlin murmured to himself, staring down at the little wretched bodies, his brow furrowed. His eyes flashed. Perhaps, he breathed, this means time has already been alte...