Every folio in Grand Lecture Hall A opened at once.
Pages rose from more than a hundred desks with the soft rustle of leaves disturbed by the same wind, then settled beneath the pale light of the mana-lamps as the hall surrendered itself to scratching quills and carefully measured breaths. Lucavion lowered his gaze toward the first page, read the title written across its upper edge, and felt whatever curiosity Selenne had cultivated in him over the last four hours suffer its first serious injury.
Quantitative Mana Analysis.
'What an ugly way to begin the morning.'
His eyes travelled farther down the page.
