Dantalion had just finished the last slice of his pizza, pepperoni with anchovies - a combo he’d eat anyone who judged him for - when the doorbell rang again. He dimly realised he’d left the pizza boy’s joggers and wet socks on the doorstep, so when he opened the door it was with a slight flush of embarrassment.

The guy from the Chinese restaurant was looking at them. He was cute, shaved head, big bulky body, maybe he wrestled.

Rose wandered into the laundry room with a languid pace, carting a basket of washing in her long arms. She dumped it on one of the bench seats, and claimed a washing machine. On a day like this, there were only a few men in the laundry, each with a claim staked on their own machine.

Rose tossed her clothes in the machine, threw in the liquid and set it going with a casual disregard. Then she turned her eyes back towards the room. Six or so men were hanging around, none o

Dantalion woke from hibernation hungry. Really hungry, the kind that made his stomach burn and ache with the empty void inside. He shook sleep from his head as his senses came back to him. The air smelt of dust, and the only light came in a thin trickle through closed blinds. Dantalion eyed the cobwebs and dust that had accumulated over his room with a grunt. He’d have to clean that up.

Forever the biggest irritant of hibernating was the dust. Maybe this time human

The Haskerville High School basketball team was on its way back from an away game. A bus full of horny, sweaty eighteen year olds, rumbling down an old road that Coach had declared a “shortcut”. It certainly didn’t feel like a shortcut to Lazarus (“Laz” to friends). He had kicked off his shoes, and stripped off his shirt when the heat started to rise, and he desperately tried to spread himself out to cool off. Sweat slicked his lean body.

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Mike’s first impression was the spicy scent of magic, like cinnamon and chilli. The classroom had a vaulted ceiling, and tall arched windows that let light stream into the room. An ancient, hulking desk of dark wood stood at one end, like a judgemental sentinel. Work benches filled up the room in orderly rows.

Lord Audacious’ Magical Collegiate was one of the most prestigious institutions of magical studies in the world. In the seventy years since the Wyrding

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the sign boldly proclaimed its warning. Carter paused, and wiped droplets of sweat from his forehead. The sun seemed determined to bake the whole world today. It was pleasant when a breeze caught the skin, and thoroughly too hot the rest of the time.

Carter supposed that was why so many men were here today. The path ahead was full of bare asses, winding their way down to the beach. He kicked off his sneakers, and stripped me