Thomas Moran Zion Valley, South Utah

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, am I?' he muttered. 'When I'm advanced in the craft, eh? I just managed to go around with one of the Great Spells in my head for years without going totally insane, didn't I?' He considered the last question from all angles. Yes, you did,' he reassured himself. 'You didn't start talking to trees, even when trees started talking to you.'
His head emerged into the sultry air at the top of the tower.
He had expected to see fire-blackened stones criss-crossed with talon marks, or perhaps something even worse.
difficult thing Rincewind did in his at Trymon without running in terror or being very violently sick.
The others didn't seem to have noticed.
They also seemed to be standing very still.Instead he saw the seven senior wizards standing by Trymon, who seemed totally unscathed. He turned and smiled pleasantly at Rincewind.'Ah, Rincewind. Come and join us, won't you?'So this is it, Rincewind thought. All that drama for nothing. Maybe I really am not cut out to be a wizard, maybe —He looked up and into Trymon's eyes.Perhaps it was the Spell, in its years of living in Rincewind's head, that had affected his eyes. Perhaps his time with Twoflower, who only saw things as they ought to be, had taught him to see things as they are.But what was certain was that by far the most