the smuggler’s bible

Romilly

The trick to practical sorcery lies in reaching a compromise with the universe by focusing on attainable goals with definite limits. A good spell should look an awful lot like a coincidence.

Romilly, a magus of the first rank, keeps one eye on the fuel gauge and invests a considerable portion of his willpower into believing without reservation that the final notch before empty will last him to the next exit.

“Wow, good luck, huh?” an attendant says as the car noses into the service station and dies.

Romilly just shrugs quietly and tries to stop his hands from trembling.