Raistlin ran to Fizban's side. "Now is the time for the casting of the fireball, Old One," he panted. "It is?" Fizban's face filled with delight. "Wonderful! How does it go?" "Don't you remember!" Raistlin practically shrieked, dragging the mage behind a pillar as the slug spat another glob of burning saliva onto the floor. "I used to … let me see." Fizban's brow furrowed in concentration.
( Margaret Weis )
[ Dragons of Autumn Twilight ]
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