By now, Ashling felt that she was falling through her prolonged dream, her head spinning. “What are you saying?” “Shifters aren’t the only ones attracted to a place such as this. We wizards need magical landscapes as well.” “You’re…Gandalf?” Ranach laughed. “Don’t I wish,” he said. “Though my eyebrows are nearly long enough to be his younger brother. I don’t have the hat, though.” “So you’re essentially telling me that Woodland Creek is home to wizards as well as shifters. That I’ve somehow never known this.” “Yes. And imagine what a pain it’s been to keep it from you, and how difficult it is for the shifters to keep it from the normal folk.” “Normal folk,” said Ashling. She smiled. “I always wanted to be one of them. Normal, average. And now, suddenly, I’m not so sure.” “I’m glad,”
