I’m only a few chapters into A Declaration of the Rights of Magicians and I can already tell it’s going to send me into three or four rants.
Here’s a little one for you right now: how on earth can you start a book with the enslavement of a young girl, an enslavement that includes magical potions that take away a person’s free will, and then be like “hang on, the real story is over here, involving middle-class white men not being allowed to do magic because of the evil selfish aristocrats :(”












