I hate magic.
I hate sorcerers and wishes and all that crap. Anyone who’d grant you a wish is out to screw you. The only honest magician who ever lived was Seesaw, and she’s dead now. Girls in her business expire fast.
My golden-haired boys' curse was real after all. Both died the day before they turned thirteen. Perfect sons, limited warranty.
Stealing’s all I was ever good for, so I'm still doing it. Mobsters bring too much publicity—I work for magicians only now. They keep me hidden, I keep them rich.
Still afraid to die. Still a screwup.
Drew Martyn 3 months ago
Great read again.
Hope there's a Klepto Future...?