[Raistlin shuts his book with a light thump, lets his finger run along the spine before he sets it aside carelessly.]
Fistandantilus was an infamous magic-user in my world, who wrote spells so complex that only the most powerful wizards could dare to read it without fearing insanity. Astinus, a personal friend of mine, was a historian who was as old as my world. He records everything that happens to everyone in my world, as it occurs.