"If you remember your parallel-universe time with the Wardens at all, you'll remember their opinion of me."

I couldn't help grinning a bit, though I tried to keep it out of my voice.

"Powerful, dangerously unstable, liable to go warlock at any moment, right? A big dumb magical thug with some sort of freakish luck, no common sense, and no respect for rules, law, and order?"

Sometimes, I almost missed Donald Morgan. Except that when I did, it invariably made me think about him. And then I didn't miss him anymore.