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For a long minute, I sit quietly at the table and try to soak in everything that happened. The Colonel and I just forced hundreds of pixies out of my kitchen and back to the Fairy Lands. Now, he’s sitting at my table and enjoying his meal of cashew chicken.
Plus, we’re about to have a talk. Let’s not forget about that.
The last time we had one of our talks, the Colonel told me I was a rare kind of Magicorum called a Trilorum, meaning that I could wield all three types of magic. Then I asked why I’d never heard of Trilorum before. The Colonel informed me that all other Trilorum had been killed long ago.
Surprisingly, they weren’t murdered by Jules, the egomaniac who wanted my brains for dinner. Nope, all other Trilorum had been killed by enterprising—and yet incredibly evil—witches an
