"That's enough, Magnus, all your flapping will ruin the preparations." Sinclair scolded, shooing the stone-like owl off his shoulder, a considerable weight being lifted immediately from his body. That wretched creature was heavy. “I don’t want to clean your damn feathers off the floor again. This night is supposed to be perfect!”
For an astrologer, every single night is a special occasion, for it’s the only time one coul...
