The Wizard’s Wife
It was the best smell in the world: fresh coffee perched on a tray hovering towards her from the open bedroom door, an earthy aroma drifting in its wake. Sitting up in her bed with a stretch, the tray sat itself down on her side-table. Silvana Shadewillow graciously accepted the cup, delighted by her husband’s thoughtfulness. Drawing in a tentative sip, her eyes fluttered shut when she tasted it — extra cream, a dash of sugar — it was her perfect cup of coffee. When she opened her eyes again, she finally noticed the accompanying little breakfast her sweet Markous…