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afternoon to retrieve William Shakespeare’s quill with which to weave a particular guardian spell I meant to cast. I was tricked, and robbed of on object that, of all objects, was one that I had no clue whatsoever as to its purpose. That was the most troubling aspect of the theft: who would have known what the object was, let alone where to steal it?  “I likewise have no idea where to start with the who .  I’m as much in the dark as you are.
                  I exited abruptly. I Post-It noted the lock open and rolled the door open. The unit was full, but the cards and cash I needed were sewn in the giant pink penguin in a plastic tub in the front.  I took the penguin out and tore it open.  I removed a gallon-sized Ziplock bag full of my spare passport, driver’s license, credit cards, debit cards, and $10,000 in cash.
                  I inspected the contents before returning to the car and handing the bag to Joy.
                  “Next stop trouble.” Joy said, with perhaps more mirth than I was comfortable.

Chapter 3
                  My dad says he and my mother chose “Grey” because it sounded elegant; a name for a lady. That may be true. I did not think so, however. However, I was fairly positive that in some way, my name was meant to protect me. While “Theroux” isn’t a common surname, it isn’t uncommon either. In the disciplines of magic, it is feasible that knowing a name makes a person easier to bind.  It makes sense—believing a word and understanding it at an atomic-like level was absolutely necessary to performing logomancy. The other disciplines likely required the same sort of fundamental understanding. So, if a person is named something typical, it is easier to associate that person with whatever magic one is attempting to perform—especially from a distance. Dad always told me that our last name was of the utmost importance and that we could never change it. This made giving me a mundane first name all that much more important. Grey passes as a first name, sure, but it’s also a color commonly spoken and commonly written.  And my father was an exceedingly clever man. A synonym for when something is unclear is that it’s gray . My name itself, I think, was always meant to cloud any sort of magic a wielder might wish to perform on me. Of course, my name is the English spelling, but my father no doubt took into account the number of Americans who spelled it the traditional way. In a way, ignorance provided its own kinds of protection aside from bliss.
                  Sadly, I wasn’t able to reconcile the knowledge that in my experience, ignorance was something that would get you killed, not something that could protect you.
                  Even so, Dad never told me about Joy Hansen’s name, but I’ve assumed that Joy was named under the same reasoning that I was named Grey .
                  The address from the file we lifted from the apartment complex office led us to a line of drab brick houses in Northampton.  “How long are we going to sit here?” Joy was not, generally, an impatient person, though the days’ events, and perhaps residual effects of The Lotus-Eater leaving our systems continued to plague our temperaments. “I’m about to fall asleep. Can we at least go grab a muffin and some coffee from Haymarket.”
    Our adventure had, until this point, brought us into the early hours of the morning. It was 4 a.m. and I had to keep the windows cracked so that our breath would not fog up the windows in the car. There was yet to be any indication of anyone stirring inside the house. While my interactions with the world’s remaining magoi was severely limited, what I did know was that none of them kept banker’s hours. I did not keep normal, civilized hours most days either—I just happen to know that night time not only brings out the assholery in human beings, but also in the creatures of