This was precisely a block east of where a cat that had been hit by a car was breathing out its last.

The First Sigil I saw.

This was the first Sigil I saw. It was just sitting there in the Bookpeople parking lot as I went to my truck. It looked like a crest from a fairy tale. A symbol of strange civilizations long faded from this world. I felt self conscious looking at it. Like I had been told a secret in a public place and had to conceal my reaction.


This was the second scene that caught my eye. The colors, the juxtaposition of paint and nature. I’d seen the graffiti before, but the flower had just grown up to meet it. It was just chance that allowed me the moment in time. Chance or fate. Or the other possibility, that it was laid in my path…