“Oh, just dandy,” I say.

“You have the gift, but practicing magic is forbidden to nobles. You know this!”

Waning fame turned the pop star’s eyes to sorcery.

Soon time will make him a lost boy.

Beside the solace of the sea, I read his stories of Tiffany.

“Hail Bellerophon, cunning slayer of Chimera.”

“When’d it start?” “An hour ago,” she answered, “maybe two?”

Another swing of the axe came.