What's wrong? Is it... a little small?"Robert shook his head no, and Nicole suppressed an unanticipated and quite inappropriate sigh of excitement whe... she realized what it was that he had been so reluctant to reveal. "Is it... um... quite... big?" she asked, trying to affect a casual tone.He nodded yes; his head still in her lap, eyes closed."Oh, darling. You needn't be ashamed or embarrassed about that."Once again, she forced him to look into her eyes. "Sweetie, when two people love each. He had been the one most likely not to have lived through the night. Jason the five year old stood no differently though they were not as frightened as their mother. Irene was not too difficult to read her surface thoughts and she relied on what fictional books and movies had to say about magic. To her all of it was bad and how people were sacrificed to appease demons. She was right about this but the demons were within all of us.Important people came around that night to be reprogrammed and. I felt my health failing, as poison coursed through my veins. Without conscious thought, I quickly withdrew from my pouch a small bluish vial. I crushed it between my fingers. The potion neutralized the poison, making me feel better. I smiled at the young man."You think you are clever? Well, try this! I hope the resurrection spells work for you!" Between his hands a ball of flame grew, until it glared with the color of the fires of Hell itself. I didn't move.He chuckled as he threw it right at. We spent over an hour in general conversation. Man, that was a nice way to spend some time. Even Susan seemed to enjoy it.James Horton did ask me about my strange accent. I told him that I was from Leominster, Massachusetts, and I was here to do some historical research for a book I planned to write about the war with the Comanches. They were all suitably impressed by my fib, and I learned some more about the history of what happened when Whites first moved into this territory. Hell, maybe I.