When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again.
I'm magnus bane." he went on in a soothing tone, stretching out his ringed hands. Blue sparks had begun to dance between them like bioluminescence dancing water. "i'm the warlock who's here to cure you. Didn't they tell you i was comming?" "i know who you are, but..." maia looked dazed. "you look so... So... Shiny.