Dark Stone

"Charles has not gotten lost since 1997," says Edwin, waspishly. "And that instance was only because a rather ill-mannered dead wilderness guide put him under a curse. Charles does not get lost.""Could have gone to find another shop," says Crystal. "You did sort of say, 'It is of utmost importance, Charles, we simply must have these candles.'" She puts on the stuffy, false British accent she always does when she means to imitate him, and it is as dreadful as it is every time."I do not sound like that," says Edwin. "And he would have been back by now. Mirror travel renders distance near inconsequential." He draws himself up short and mimes a brief, frustrated gesture with his hand. "See yourselves to the door, please. I need to think."