The Twins, Chuckie and Ducks, blossomed, were born, and grew into two sturdy, tow-headed toddlers; husband number two became disenchanted with the demands of domesticity as the twins became mobile and began to climb everything. Continue reading
The mage rocked backward, surprised. Bethany was pregnant, and if he wasn’t mistaken, with twins!
That was fast. Continue reading
The Scottish mage couldn’t bear to tell Joseph that his wife, Bethany, had moved on and married a fast-talking, Grecian Hair Formula-loving, admittedly good looking and virile older man; the younger man was in enough pain as it was.
The mage chuckled grimly as he mentally probed down into the older man’s cellular level and noted the creeping neurotoxins that would soon spread to his internal organs: Such was the price of vanity! Continue reading
The mage gently fed Joseph’s memories back to him, like one endless day in purgatory: the more Joseph remembered, the greater the pain. Both felt it. Continue reading
Heaving a deep sigh, the mage lifted his face from his hands to regard the man slumped before him, Joseph’s eyes cloudy – nay, nearly empty — in the flickering shadow world that had up to now had been his alone to inhabit. Joseph had made a mistake, flubbed a spell he didn’t understand in the first place, and lost most of his sharp mind — but surely the young man didn’t deserve to lose everything? Continue reading