Percy says, “I think it would be wise to meet in person in three months. That should give us the time necessary to track the fae.”
Quilici adds, “It is settled. We will meet at my private quarters in Braddock Heights three months from now.”
There is a lengthy pause as we all look blankly past each other, reminiscing about the past several months. So much has changed for all of us and the road will be mired in danger, but we have each other. Here it is, in a basement in Frederick, that I begin the rest of a long life… I hope.
About the Author
A chronic daydreamer, musician, black belt, consumer of books, and avid outdoor maniac, John Falin is a “foodie” wannabe, restless pacer, father of three girls, and devoted husband. Before and after receiving his B.A. from Trevecca University, John traveled and lived in Europe and throughout the southern United States, which helped shaped him into the person he is today. John’s not really limited to his full-time job or as an author though; he was “Chicken Wing Champion” at Camp Happyland at the tender age of thirteen and to his knowledge, still holds the record from 1989 for longest hair amongst all male Falins.