Fighting monsters and demons in association with BBC Cult.
For the first time, William noticed that his sister was already dressed for travel. Her thick blue cape was knotted elegantly about her slim neck and her matching gloves peeked out from the safety of her handbag.
As often as William was annoyed by his headstrong younger sister, he had to admit that having her as his friend made him feel more secure in their shared destiny than he would have felt if it had been his alone. He didn't think that his person had been particularly crafted for the enormous task of protecting Albion against the forces of evil. Even now merely thinking about the battle he and his sister had fought against the Demon Lord Balberith - who had killed their Grandfather and sought to overrun England - left him weak-kneed. They had been victorious, certainly, but William had had difficulty feeling very triumphant when the battle had cost them Grandfather and irrevocably altered their lives.
"Whatever are you thinking, Will?" Tamara asked. "You have the most peculiar look on your face."
William shook the chill from his spine and smiled at his sister. "I was just musing about what sort of mischief you've endeavored to entangle us in this time."
