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Thom rocks!!

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Thom of Trebond

Prologue

Thom of Trebond stared at himself in the mirror. Gods, he looked awful. But he could never ask for help- he was too proud. Alanna was worried, oh, hell, she had the right to be. But she didn't know the truth- that if somebody didn't do something, and soon, Thom would die.

I'm stupid! He thought, Stupid stupid stupid! I never should have listened to Delia, the slut. Oh, yes, I'm such a great mage now, right on the Black God's doorstep. Pah. I raised Roger from the dead and I look as if I've just crawled out of the grave. How fitting.

He balled up a spark of magic in his palm- at least he had meant to. Instead of what he'd wanted, the room flared up with intense light.

No control! Corrupted, all corrupted! Instead of his usual purple flame, the magic in his hands was red-brown- the color of dried blood. Fuck him fuck him fuck him! Whipping around, Thom raised his arm and threw the ball of magic the couch behind him- it exploded, leaving behind only ashes of velvet and half-melted springs.

Collapsing on his knees, Thom put his head in his hands. I'm cursed. The gods have turned their backs. Shit, I've been cursed since the day I was born. Even when I became a mage, I wasn't happy. No, I had to have all the gods-be-damned power in the world, I had to be better than them all- and damn if I needed any help doing it! Better than Si-Cham or all those bastards up at the City of the Gods. They hated me- they hated me for being good. They thought I was that good naturally- that it all fell into my lap. They thought I was stuck up. I know what they thought.

Gods, if only I couldn't remember…