Tales Of Corwin

It was long after midnight, that Samhain night, when Mark and Sandra came back to earth on the cliffs above the Illinois River. Mark had been so full of exuberant energy, out there among the dark winds of heaven! He had felt like he could fly forever, with Sandra clinging to him and shouting her delight into the night air; yet having her there, riding on his back, where he couldn’t touch her or kiss her or see the look on her beautiful, foxy face—it was too tantalizing to put up with any longer. As he landed and brought them upright, he felt Sandra slide off his back. He turned to her, put his arms around her, and kissed her in the moonlight. He wanted to say so much to her—but she just stepped back, took his hand, and said, “Come on, Mark Lucifer. Let’s go home.” Home, he thought. Does she mean my house? And does that mean—but he didn’t have any more time to think. She opened a way for them, and through the portal he could see the basement of his house, the room she had told him she could always find. There