my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun chuckled, the sound dark and low. ”You can take the books, swift. You're probably supposed to bring them back, but look at this place." Gesturing at the stacks behind him, the potter grinned wickedly. "They left the doors open, and there are no librarians here. No one would notice if a few went missing." Winking at Clem, Amun found himself reaching forward to pluck one of the scrolls and tuck it up his sleeve.
Tilting his head, he smirked at the boy's words. "What do you mean, he's the reason? And why do you say he's wimpy?" There was a mischievous light in the potter's eyes. Then, though, it softened. "Don't worry about Rex. She's tough, and has a plan to get new eyes." Grinning, the potter winked at Clem again. "I will be, swift, but you don't need to butter me up."
Leaning forward, Amun's eyes narrowed as he peered at the word. "Lai-kin. And yes, usually cee aitch is pronounced with a k sound, like chocolate or chicken, though there are exceptions. Like niche. En ai cee aitch ee. Niche." Waggling his eyebrows, the potter pointed back to the book. "What else?"
Tilting his head, he smirked at the boy's words. "What do you mean, he's the reason? And why do you say he's wimpy?" There was a mischievous light in the potter's eyes. Then, though, it softened. "Don't worry about Rex. She's tough, and has a plan to get new eyes." Grinning, the potter winked at Clem again. "I will be, swift, but you don't need to butter me up."
Leaning forward, Amun's eyes narrowed as he peered at the word. "Lai-kin. And yes, usually cee aitch is pronounced with a k sound, like chocolate or chicken, though there are exceptions. Like niche. En ai cee aitch ee. Niche." Waggling his eyebrows, the potter pointed back to the book. "What else?"
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
