April 21st
“Oh, aren’t you just adorable!” exclaims Nanna Morri.
Houston shivers slightly. He wasn’t prepared for having his cheeks pinched by a spirit.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“Oh, sweetie, just call me Nanna. You’re family now.”
Now seemed like as good a time as any to teach Houston the Through the Veil incantation. And Mom has been pestering me to introduce her to my apprentice.
“How old are you?” asks Mom.
“Twenty-two.”
“Nancy, you know who he looks like? That boy you were swooning over in that movie. What was it? Thor?”
“Mother!”
“Thank you. I work out.”
“Just a shame you don’t have an older brother.”
“Mother! Focus! Evil necromancers sucking souls!”
“Is someone speaking with Hierophant Red Turtle?” asked Nanna.
“Archmage Lawrence is handling that,” I reply.
“Good. He’ll be
