Certified 100% vampire-and-werewolf-free. No elves, faeries, dragons or wizards. Not even any zombies. Anywhere.
No, really – there aren’t.
“Who is he?” The man sitting alone at the end of the long table tapped its highly-polished surface with short neat fingernails. “You have a name?”
“His name is Ricky.” The room’s only other occupant was pacing the floor. His whole appearance suggested an extrovert character, from the long multi-coloured hair down to the scruffy boots – a direct contrast to the other man’s formal attire. “He’s already strong. Stronger than he realises.”
“Then he’s a danger, Calith. Do you accept that responsibility?”
Calith, the younger by at least two decades, was silent for a moment. “If needs be, yes,” he said finally. “He has a feel for the power; a natural instinct. He’ll learn.”
“You play with fire. Though I don’t know why that surprises me anymore.” The man sighed. “You’re sure?”