sickness

At five bells the monthly mail was delivered. At half past the fifth hour of morning, Thraah was running full tilt down the halls of the Academy. To the office of the only Proctor she could think of. The blue one was a creep. The old witch was worse. But still... Her mind was bubbling with...

"When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn." -Harriet Beecher Stowe "Dammit, old man..." Someone might have heard him, had they...