Near midnight she pedals her rented bike past Checkpoint Charlie. Vacant, but suitably restored, the off-white, utilitarian guard box occupies the middle of the street, protected from a barrage of ... [+]
Tancred and his sidekicks used to cast a multitude of spells. Their saddlebags were filled to the brim with greed-powder for the jealous and cannon-powder for the violent. Smoke-and-mirrors-powder for the doubters and run-away-powder for the thieves on the run. They would cast these spells by the hundreds and thousands. For years, Tancred led his band of trainee no-goods who obeyed his every snap of the finger and wink of the eye. However, even Tancred's most loyal followers could not ignore the pain that Tancred's potions caused people, and eventually they abandoned him. Tancred now walked al