The Fall
“Magiq is willpower manifested.”
Nighteater
Fall was my favorite time of year. The temperatures were dropping and the trees in Central Park were shedding their fiery leaves in preparation for their winter slumber. All summer long the air had been so thick and humid I could chew it like bad steak, but now it was crisp and cool, and the city’s ghosts seemed far away.
The holidays were approaching, which meant that people were eager to bring the year’s business to an end. For me, that meant pushing hard for interviews with people too busy to find time for me. The approaching holidays also meant hectic schedules, but if I was lucky, I might be able to slip into the crush of someone’s calendar in their desperate attempt to get everything finished before year’s end.
That was my pla
