Wizards and sorcerers are like oil and water, but as far as Ten's concerned, he and his new neighbor Johnny are mixing well.  ...with the exception of a few mishaps. 

It happened annually on the autumn solstice—there, under the mourning tree, another stranger would come to Irene as they only did when the solstice descended upon the quiet forest.

The pull was too immense, too powerful to be stopped by any mortal means. He could feel himself, following the invisible magnetism.