The Witching Hour
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No. 9605. Collects "The Reluctant Witch" [from Galaxy, May 1953], "The Beautiful Brew" [from Beyond Fantasy Magazine, Sept. 1954], and "The Magicians" [from Beyond, May 1954; originally as "Sine of the Magus"].
meet just like every other professional group, and their meetings would be announced on the lobby meeting board spelled out in those detachable white letters. And there would be something misspelled. There always is something misspelled. The magicians would behave just like every other professional group, with name tags (often with corny requests) and printed programs and dull presentations. Only these would be real magicians. I did some research on magic in Frazer and other authorities and then
Furtively he slipped the money over the counter. When he came out, the package under his arm, he was sweating freely. One hour. Matt went out, put the package in the back seat of the car and put another nickel in the parking meter. He browsed along the aisles some more and bought a carton of cigarettes. Two hours. He fed the parking meter again. He sat down in a chair upholstered in red leather and tried to look as if he were trying it out for size and comfort. Three hours. He fed the parking
maybe he couldn’t help himself. Something flickered across Baldwin’s face. It was gone before Jerry could identify it. It couldn’t, he knew, be anything as straightforward and uncomplicated as greed. “What a shame,” Baldwin said ruefully, “that the quality of the head should keep it from the market.” One man’s misfortune is another man’s fortune. Jerry knew what Baldwin meant. For the first time in a hundred years, the brewery would be without a Blitz. “Many a flaw,” Jerry insisted, “has been
does she usually face?” “That’s a funny thing,” Jerry said thoughtfully, “Toward me. Always. You’d think she’d face some other direction occasionally.” “Where there is a persistence of phenomena, there is a reason. Why does she face toward you?” “I give up.” “You. You’re the reason!” Jerry shook his head. “I’m too happy to be a reason. I’d much rather be an excuse or a rationalization.” “I may have been the gate,” Dion said, “but you were the goal. This spirit wants to look at you.” “At
the young man by the light switch to smuggle in an ultraviolet projector. The most difficult job was immobilizing La Voisin.” He shuddered. “A most violent woman.” “What about Solomon?” Ariel asked, shivering as she turned to the crumpled white robe. “Oh, he’s gone,” Uriel said cheerfully. “Where, I haven’t the slightest idea. But he won’t be back. I hated to do it, but he would insist on forcing his warped ideas onto formless energy. Now that he’s gone, his simulacrum in Washington will die in