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Enchanter

... the road in the other direction and go far enough; things start changing there too. It gets slower and washed out until you get to something like a stasis. It’s no better than the other end. Everything is mental power and there’s a sympathetic magic that works there. My mother came from there. She fled, trying to get away from a tyranny of the mind that horrified her. Ironically, she met my father in Las Angeles. They tried to kill each other and wound up falling in love. I can do that sort of magic too.” “Do something,” she said. “I am doing something,” I told her. “I’m talking to you without moving my lips. This is all mind contact. I’m better at this kind of thing than I am the sorcery. I can do something like alchemy. My parents wanted me to be an alchemist.” “That’s so cool,” she exclaimed. “Can we look around here?” “Yes; there’s another Fallon Blake in this world somewhere. She’s probably a lot like you. People on nearby worlds seem to be nearly duplicated. Would you like to get lunch?” She did. We drove down to Burrito Gong and got Ostrich Frito Tacos. She loved the subtle differences and we ate and drove back home. She helped me back inside and we drank a beer. “Oliver, how come you never told me about any of this before?” she asked. “I always knew you were weird, but I never imagined anything like this.” I laughed. “I couldn’t risk it. You’ve been my best friend for fifteen years and I was afraid you wouldn’t like me if you found out.” “Are you kidding? This is so ...

... cool. I would have loved it.” “I was afraid. You’re the most important person in my life. Even last week, before I realized I love you, I couldn’t risk losing you. When you told me you loved me, it became more important for me to be honest with you than it was to protect myself.” She kissed me. “Thanks, Oliver. I wouldn’t like it if you lied to me. You’ve sort of been lying to me for years, but I understand. Don’t do it anymore.” “I won’t. I’ll tell you everything. I should start by telling you that the guys that attacked me yesterday were sorcerers. At least two of them were. I don’t know about the others.” “God, Oliver; why would sorcerers attack you?” “I don’t know. You know my aunt Dianne? She’s coming over for dinner. We’re going to talk about it. Do you want to come?” “I’d love to baby, but I have to sleep. I worked all night. I’m dead. I don’t have to work tonight. Maybe I could come over when I wake up. I’ll get up about nine.” She still had on her little nurse’s uniform. She always looked adorable in it and today wasn’t any exception. She kissed me again and went home to sleep. I took a nap myself and woke up when the doorbell rang. It was Aunt Di and I hobbled to the door and let her in. She had two grocery bags and I carried one into the kitchen. She hugged me and washed up before she began cooking. I sat at the bar and we talked. She told me that both sides had always considered our grandparents and parents rebels. She warned me that either bunch would always be ...