A Penny for Your Thoughts
By K.L. Noone
The enchanter was busy in his workshop when Morgen arrived; of course he was, Morgen thought, with fondness.
He wandered round to the side of the crooked wispy-edged cacophony of towers and library rooms and staircases to nowhere, avoided a few colorful puffs of glittery rainbow steam from some improbably-placed chimneys, and propped a shoulder on the wood of the door-frame, watching.
Averet Coral was worth watching. Any day, any time, any chance to do so. Morgen’s heart did its usual flip between happiness and unhappiness, affection and resignation. He did not make a noise, being a good magical artifact hunter with lots of stealth-related skills; he did not make a noise because he wanted to gaze at Averet for another second, just for a second, a
