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The right thing and the easy thing are never the same

"Link, you´re a genius. You´re a freaking genius."
"I know, man, but what does that have to do with anything?

"Ethan, over here!" Larkin was standing in the trees just past the reflective yellow rope that separated the Safe Zone from the You-Could-Get-Get-Your-Butt-Shot-Off-If-You-Cross-This-Line-Zone.

I wanted to remember this feeling, this moment, like a snapshot I could go back to whenever I wanted. I wanted to stay like this forever.
Which, it turns out, was exactly five more minutes.

Don´t be scared. It´s just the binding, to keep me safe until Moonrise. The Claiming can´t happen until the moon is high.
I´m not scared, L.
I know. I was talking to myself.

"Holy crap!"
He tried to get out before I noticed him, but he wasn´t fast enough. He knew I´d seen him. So he did the only thing he could do. He turned to face me.
"Although I don´t consider it particularly holy, who am I to correct you after such an ungraceful exit?" Macon smiled his Cary Grant smile and approached the end of my bed.

There were Casts for every conceivable purpose: Blinding the Unfaithful, Bringing Forth Water from the Sea, Binding the Runes. But nothing that said Cast to Uncurse Your Family from a Dark Binding, or Cast to Undo the Act of Trying to Bring Great-Geat-Great-Great-Grandmother Genevieve´s War Hero Back to Life, or Cast to Avoid Going Dark at Your Claiming. Or the one I was really looking for - Cast to Save Your Girlfriend (Now That You Finally Have One) Before It´s Too Late.

"(...) Don´t you have things you need to be doing? Holiday shopping at least?"
"I don´t shop."
"Spoken wisely."

Kapittel: It Rhymes with Witch.

Marian´s truck was parked at the curb, not ten feet from the Gatlin Historical Society, or, as my mom and Marian liked to say, the Gatlin Hysterical Society.