Ch. 5, Page 22

Robilar was sick of this stalker. He was sick of conjured other-planar beings. He was sick (if not also a bit jealous) of the power magic-users had and wielded with such reckless abandon, and how often they wound up using it against him with reckless abandon. And, in that moment, he himself was filled with reckless abandon. With a single magic word he ended the magic of his levitating boots and dropped downwards to the newly web-shrouded street.

Only in the very last moment did it even occur to him that his flaming sword slashing through the magic web might have consequences.

Ch. 5, Page 21

Tenser, at long last, reached his room. He made straight for his dresser, where all his magical paraphernalia was kept under lock and key.

Otto finished casting his spell and then remembered to breathe. Fighting monsters always got the heart racing, but Otto had decided that fighting things that were invisible was his most terrifying experience yet.

He could not wait to get his hands on an invisibility spell.