JULIE SNUCK OUT THAT night. She knew it was past her curfew but she didn’t care how much trouble she would be in; she had to see him. She ran through the darkness to the edge of town until the half-crumbled tower was visible. She pounded her fist against the door. A minute passed and she kept banging. He has to be here. His car is here...it was only then that Julie was struck by the oddity of a wizard being dependent on a beat-up old Ford for travel. Ignoring such thoughts she kept banging on the door.
“Alright, alright!” the door swung open. Through bleary eyes the ill-kempt wizard cried, “Oh it’s you again, Julia. What do you want now?”
“Julie.”
“I don’t have any!” he roared, the stench of alcohol streaming from his mouth,
“No, it’s about Audra. She needs a family.”
Robert raised an
