PowerOfBabel

Afterwards they walked together to the refectory, the young Morg as if he had just awoken from a dream, the old man talking cheerfully abou...

Instead of the low, dim, dripping rooms that he had been expecting, Korm found himself taking dazed, hesitant steps over a white marble flo...

"Where's Belmok?" he asked casually, scratching his head and stretching his ropy neck. "I need to ask him a couple favors...

It was no wonder that he was feeling fractious as the fall started. Five months had passed in this betwixt and between state, and he seemed...

In the meantime, he attended to Belmok's needs. In the better moments, for instance, when he was putting fifty years of disarranged book...

Korm shook his head, staring at the fat old Morg, not daring to open his mouth yet. "I thought not." Belmok set his cup down an...

"Eh? What?" The old Morg leaned in. "Magic," Korm repeated, his voice flat and despairing. "Magic. Does it really...

They walked together for a few yards before the younger Morg could catch his breath and organize his thoughts. It was distracting, passing d...

KORM'S MASTER When Grand Master Belmok decided that the new postulate had stewed long enough, he swept abstractedly into his book-lin...