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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
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  81. About the Publisher

“Them, yes. They are a bunch of crybabies. No? You don’t think so?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

Filament looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “You are hiding something.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are. You know something I do not know.”

“I swear, I don’t. I know very little, in fact. Some might say I know too little.”

Another smile. “You are a man of mystery, Omen. It is why we are friends.”

Omen smiled with him, kind of surprised to learn this.

“Jenan and the rest of them, they are idioti. Oh, apologies. Idioti is Italian for idiots.”

“Thanks,” said Omen. “I worked that out myself.”

Filament laughed. “I joke. About you, not about them being idiots. Only Byron has any intelligence.”

“Why Byron?”

“Well, he is the only one who did not go.”

Omen stared. “He’s still here?”

“No, but he is not with them, either. I saw him arguing with Gall and Lapse – those two never go anywhere without the other, have you noticed that? – and then Byron walked off.”

“And you’re sure he didn’t go back?”

“I’m not positive … But harsh words were exchanged. Names were called. Mothers were insulted.” Filament shrugged. “Some things, there is no coming back from.”

“And you don’t know where he went? Where he might be?”

“I am sorry, I do not. I like Byron well enough, but we are not buddies. Is something wrong, Omen?”

“No,” Omen said. “I just have … I have to go. Good talking to you, Filament. Thanks.”

Omen left him looking puzzled, and walked quickly away.

52

Magic. Sorcerers. Freaks and weirdoes. So much of that stuff left Martin Flanery confused as all hell. He liked to think of himself as a simple man. The only son of a millionaire investment banker, he’d dragged himself up by his bootstraps and, aided only by his family name and wealth, built himself an empire. Now look at him. Thanks to his own dedication, hard work and super PACs, he had had himself elected President, for God’s sake. A true rags-to-riches story. A tale to inspire the next generation, to show them that the American Dream can still come true.

He hadn’t liked using the witch to win, but she was just another tool in the toolbox. And that’s what winners did: they used every tool they had at their disposal. That’s what his father had taught him, and Martin had learned the lesson well. Besides, it wasn’t like he brought the witch into the White House or anything. She was kept at a safe distance. Plausible deniability, he guessed it could be called. He’d been learning a lot about that lately – he’d had to, in his dealings with the press.