looked, in my opinion, more like the victim in a horror novel than the dapper celebrity who
The professor was seated in the green-walled garden area, with its towering glass
velvet doublet over a white shirt. His long, silvery hair gleamed like sterling against the
Even without the powers of Darkness. Well, there are powers, and there are powers .
“Really?”
was truly over.
“So what caused this misunderstanding?” I inquired, returning to our original topic of
“Yes. And I’m satisfied that it is over.” His gaze found mine again, and he smiled wryly.
to be sharing a nice meal with an attractive man – in public. And he was very attractive.
wondered what Jake would make of him.
“I thought it was a male witch.”
His brows drew together. “Inverted? Are you sure?”
He stared at me, but I didn’t think he saw me. At last he said, “It’s the first section of an
“I had a lot of time to read as a kid.” Not that you would find a copy of the Book of
“But isn’t there a definitive Book of Shadows?”
seals.”
“This sigil is the name of a demon, isn’t it?”
“Correct. The idea would be to summon the demon to do the work of the conjurer.”
understand the role of modern witchcraft in primitive societies or the devolution of Goddess
scene.”
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have been there a while. He looked tired and frazzled; there was a mound of cigarette butts
made.
“He’s fine. I swear to God. Maybe a little concussion.”
away.”
“Jake.”
life-threatening illness isn’t nearly as important as you imagine.
the doorway.