To the Mad, knowledge is like a shiny nugget found lying about, forgotten—that’s what becomes of forgotten things, those little nuggets. And the right ones always seem to turn up when they’re needed. That’s why the Mad hunger for more—always gathering nuggets, hoarding them. To the Mad, magic is much the same way—and the Mad are known the world over for being the most powerful magicians, but that doesn’t make them the best; they've gone mad, after all.
-From my story
The Girl With an Ivory Heart. Feel free to take a look:
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