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    “Charlie—She’s Charlotte, Charlotte Waugh—this is your teacher. He’s going to help you this year, and you’re going to help him. Can we say hi to Mr. Coldwater?" In which Eliot is pretty sure Quentin Coldwater, kindergarten teacher, was made in a laboratory for single moms.

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    22 Feb 2020

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    Not even being a magician can rescue Eliot's Solsti-yule-mas, this year. After graduation, he'd leapt at the chance to apprentice with a world-famous magical architect, even if her office was in the Midwest; but now, with a major deadline looming, he can't take any time off for the holidays; and an approaching blizzard looks like it's about to ground his best friend at LaGuardia, two days before Christmas. The only bright spot? Eliot's boyfriend just beat the storm—and he brought Eliot a very cool present.

    Then their holiday plans take a sideways turn when—not even 24 hours into Quentin's visit—Eliot's mother shows up at their front door.

    Eliot's perfectly happy to see his mom—seriously, he really is, honestly—but their relationship has always been complicated, and the better part of a decade of radio silence hasn't exactly laid the groundwork for easy cohabitation in a studio apartment during the most stressful time of the year. As the storm hits, suffocating Chicago just when Eliot most needs an escape, it starts to seem like the only thing that can guide him through it may be a 100-year-old clock, made by a long-dead Coldwater, that just might turn out to be a little bit magic.

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    19 Feb 2020

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    She stops, nailing Julia with an iron stare, a High King stare. “This is fucked up, you know that, right? This is fucked up, and it is actively fucking us up, because Quentin is dead and gone and the longer we spend trying to bring him back and failing, the harder it gets to actually deal with it.”

    Julia takes a breath. Counts - 1, 2, 3; lets it out. “I’m not giving up yet.”

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    30 Jan 2020

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    Eliot heals.

    For a moment, Eliot thought that Quentin might lean forward. He hoped for it. But then Quentin only looked at him and smiled, small and sad. He tucked a stray curl behind Eliot's ear and withdrew his hand too quickly.

    "Goodnight," he said.

    Eliot tried to smile, fighting the ache in his chest. "Night, Q."

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    28 Jan 2020

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    The Monster is gone, but what's left?

    Eliot, after.

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    27 Jan 2020