A LARGE, ANCIENT GRANDFATHER clock ticked the seconds away as the group in the office faced off with the smallest man Edric had ever seen. Just this side of normal, height-wise, Doctor Calvin Munk blinked owl-like eyes at them as if he couldn’t quite get his super-sized mind around the sheer numbers of people who’d invaded his office.
He stood in front of his desk, small hands clasped in front of him, wearing a pristine, white lab coat that had been turned up at the hem and sleeves and stitched with a hasty, inexperienced hand. The result was that the coat belled out at the bottom, looking like a badly sewn, white dress. With his slightly oversized head, skinny legs sticking out the bottom, and small feet toed out like a Prima Ballerina, he reminded Edric of a bobble head doll.
“Dr. Hone
