You Can-t Corrupt Me- -tale Of The Naive Elven ... Review

Stage two: Beneficial silence. The corruption accelerated quietly. I started small.

I did not believe them. I had read every treatise on moral philosophy in the Silver Library. I had resisted the urge to steal moonberries from the High Gardener’s private grove for three consecutive centuries. I was, in my own humble estimation, uncorruptible. You Can-t Corrupt Me- -Tale of the Naive Elven ...

“You’re not like the others,” he said. Stage two: Beneficial silence

I could have told him the truth. Instead, I rerouted a small fraction of a damned soul’s eternal torment budget into a “retention bonus” under his name. He kept his job. He bought me a sandwich. in my own humble estimation

“What’s wrong?” I asked, kneeling. (Mistake one.)