“Youth is wasted on the young.”

But only the oldest of people know that. Jonathan Taylor is one such man, in the twilight of his years, quietly lamenting the follies of the newer generations. He would show them, ah, he would show them all, if he could go back in time and live with what he now knows.

Then again, browbeating a voice that pretends to be able to grant wishes might not have been particularly smart of him either. She did hold a grudge. A little one. It probably explains the whole horse thing.

And, as the rest of the saying goes, wisdom is wasted on the old.

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The cover art has been drawn by the incredible mix-up. You can also see his gallery on deviant art.