For my wizard

short and not sweet Pia x

Prologue

A 'cold-hearted' publicist with her own advertising agency, Cleo is going to get more than an office added to her house! As she searches for a reputable builder, love is about to knock her to the ground and begin its own rebuilding...

After a short banter, since the wind was severe on my weathered face, I moved on. My usual path led me down Prince Street to a bench in front of the Post Office.

SNOW BLIND The Children are excited this sunny Christmas morn To see the deep, smooth carpet of snow upon the lawn. ‘Oh! Can we build a snowman, Oh! Let us please’ they ask?

Eight wagons had fallen several miles behind a large emigrant wagon train heading to Oregon. The eight wagons known as the Quinn party pushed rapidly on towards their destination.

We are really in the cathedral, Malcolm. They can't see us because we're dead. It's got something to do with the fifth dimension. The places you go to are all real.

A brown Christmas, dead buzzard in the mud, fields a-flood, welcome sight of clearing sky a breeze up high to make clouds skud away awhile; still warm and bright the friendly smile,

He walks like an animal pacing its cage She walks like she's dragged down by a weight He walks as if edging towards a precipice She walks as if she were making a debut on stage