Literature
Sleeping Soldiers I
We all know the classic wizard clichés. The old man with flowing robes and long, white beard. The Gandalfs, the Dumbledores, and most of all the alchemists in old medieval art. Yet Etienne Vassiliades, the present Supreme of the Adelphoi Magici, was nothing like that, far from it. He looked more like a pudgy Barak Obama with greying corn rows and an odd mix of coldness and compassion in almond-shaped, dark eyes. In his tight leather pants and long, white lace-shirt he appeared like a cross between a biker and a nineteenth century dandy. Imagine a hobo who had suddenly stricken it rich or an aging haute couture designer who desperately tr