By Lawrence Watt-Evans
Tabaea was once a normal thief, sneaking and prowling and stealing for a residing. Then one evening whereas burgling a home, she witnessed a wizard educating his apprentice a spell -- the production of a magic dagger.
Tabaea determined to aim the magic for herself. yet even if she might consider the ability emerging round her as she went throughout the steps of the ritual, anything had basically long past flawed. The apprentice's dagger had glowed; it had resisted makes an attempt to select it up; and there were a stunning flash on the finish of the ceremony.
But Tabaea's dagger did not do any of these issues. And it would not unfastened her from bonds, or heal her wounds -- it did not appear to be magical in any respect. It simply became black.
Then, accidentally, Tabaea chanced on that her dagger certainly had its personal type of unusal magic -- a gloomy, strong magic that promised invincibility to its bearer.
But magic might be risky even within the palms of a professional -- and for Tabaea, magic and tool might spell catastrophe . . .