The magic man wasn’t quite what Eric had expected. He was much shorter, for one thing. His black reaper’s cloak was no cloak at all but a simple, black hoodie that was several sizes too big for him. The hood was pulled down low so that it covered all but the soft curve of his chin. The sleeves covered his hands so that only the fire-dripping tips of his fingers showed. He wore blue jeans and scuffed tennis shoes. In spite of the thunder and lightning and smoke-clogged wind, the figure before him looked no more like an evil wizard than anyone else he’d ever seen.
