Assassin's school

He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.

Every great writer was once an amateur.

All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!

"You are without a doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of."

"But you have heard of me."