Spring 1981 – Assault Upon the Invisible Castle

 

Utrecht looked up. He tilted his head back and forth as if attempting to get a better view. He turned to me, his mask expressionless as always. He said, “It’s like trying to see something at the bottom of a pond but the reflections get in the way. I can almost see a castle sitting on a skyscraper.”

Uncle Boris nodded. He said, “Vladmir is very old and very powerful. He has built glamours around his home that no human would see through.” 

Utrecht nodded. “If he’s got a castle, he’s probably got an army?”

The slight uplift in Boris’s shoulders indicated a shrug. “There will be more of my kind in residence than anywhere else in the world. They will all be under Vladmir’s thrall. We face overwhelming odds.”