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Last night I spent $55 at Half-Price Books. Normally, I'd never do such a thing, but someone had sold their Books of Magic trades...all of them. I had the collected mini-series and Bindings already, and I couldn't pass up 2-7 for half of their retail price. But now I'm back on a Tim Hunter freak, and I want more! More more more...

Okay, what comes after Books of Magic? Names of Magic? Any other Hunter fans out there give me some help? Books of Magic, Names of Magic...and then...?

Ohh, I'm gonna be broke -_-;;

See? SEE? Incontinent lizards!

Sterling was pouring his afternoon tea and scolding his familiar.

“Now, Tab…what have I told you about relieving yourself on my rug? You know it always burns through. I’m running out of things to put atop the scorch marks, you rotten thing.”

The bright blue lizard reared on its muscled hind legs, the red and yellow umbrella of skin around its head flaring as it hissed. Tab hated to be scolded.

“Don’t you hiss at me, young lizard. I’ll turn you into a nice pair of boots, see if I don’t.” The old warlock sighed and eased down into the padded chair. He picked up the delicate china teacup and took a dignified sip. “She’s late.”

Tab jumped into an empty chair, then atop the table, sniffing at the plate of cookies sitting by the silver tea service. Insomuch as its lizard face could show emotions, it looked disappointed. The familiar wasn’t interested in sugary confections. Why couldn’t the old fool have a nice mouse like a civilized being?

“Her note said she would arrive at two, and here it is fifteen after 3. I can’t abide tardiness.” He swatted Tab’s nose aside and picked up a cookie. “But that’s a woman for you. Women and their infernal tardiness. I tell you, Tab--En’s gift of my love for men is a boon, and I’ll never tell you otherwise.”