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Volgograd, the second

The peo­ple who move in the mar­gins, the pre­tenders and tyros who think them­selves sor­cer­ers because they’ve read a few books or called up a for­est spir­it, believe that the body and the mind are ene­mies; that if you choose to walk the path of mag­ic, you must neglect the strength of your body. This […]

The meeting

And at some point I guess I’ll have to explain who Valentin is.

Snippet, the second half

And what are you call­ing your­self these days?” he said. “Something Amer­i­can, yeah? To go with that bloody accent?” “I could talk Lanky if it makes you feel better.” “God, no,” he said. “I wouldn’t under­stand what the hell you were say­ing. But real­ly, what is that? It’s like you have a grudge against the […]

Another snippet from the long con

Some­one did not quite slam a pint glass on the table in front of me; foamy ale sloshed out of the glass and soaked the cheap coast­er. I looked up to see Atlas sit­ting in the booth across from me. He grinned and toast­ed me with a glass of some­thing that was near­ly black. “Cheers, […]