
Traveling home by way of the Black Forest, Ilya is accosted by a highwayman who unexpectedly breaks free of his magic by dissolving into smoke. Not a highwayman, he learns later, but rumored to be the malcontent spirit of a despised dead emperor killed centuries ago. Ilya dismisses the tale as superstition and clever shadow magic … until he sees the thief again in the very last place he expected. Note: This story was originally published in the That Famous Happy End anthology.
Author

M.J. Willow has been writing since she was twelve, focusing mainly on the fantasy genre. Several stories live in her head simultaneously at any given moment. In real life she has a husband, a cat and a desk job that pays the bills until her writing can buy her that mansion she’s had her eye on. That, or the lottery. For feedback, questions or just a shout out, you can find her on Livejournal: broken-moons.livejournal.com.