Black Magic Woman Black Magic WomanA Black Knight Chronicles Short StoryBy John G. Hartness “You know I hate this crap.” I muttered as we walked through the sliding glass doors of the convention center. “You know I don’t care.” My partner, Greg Knightwood replied. “And why do we have to buy the special preview tickets? They’re like twice as expensive as the day passes.” “Did you forget the key thing about a day pass? They’re only good during the daytime. These sneak preview passes get us in at night. And since we burst into flame at the first touch of sunlight, I thought coming to the convention at night would be the better choice.” My portly partner had a point. As bloodsucking creatures of the night, we weren’t even nodding acquaintances with sunlight anymore, so evening hours were the only hours we could come to a comic book convention. Unfortunately for me, this one offered evening hours. “Quit your whining, you lost the bet, you pay the price.”
