not content to wander down to the park with other old men sit on the invariably gnarled benches swap stories from whatever past they think they can remember mostly all fabrications and of course they talk about me shaking their heads and whisper he thinks he’s a poet they all have a subdued hearty laugh because a real laugh might cause some to choke up it’s the emphysema don’t you know the thing is old men’s gossip turns me off while they think I sit in The Hovel and brood I am constantly busy writing I have my poems they help to sustain me I just finished co-authoring a novel "Magical" I live in worlds they have no notion of true, they get to see more nature than do I but I get to see the world through my dreams I turn into the written word
Elin Saari has lived with terror no woman should ever have to endure. Devlin Grimm, the man she fell hard for turned out to be so cruel to her she began to silently call him Satan. The years spent with Satan were so severe she truly felt she had no mind of her own. Still, something inside of her made her make the break and she filed for divorce. Satan upped the ante and she had to run to get away from him. Wherever she went he would find her and harass her. She was at her wits end when something profound happened. Through the magic of a strange necklace she began to receive messages, until desperately she tried to summon whoever was trying to contact her. Touch Starlin' walked into her life and explained who he was and how closely connected they were. Touch took charge of trying to rid Satan – the name she had started calling him was closer to the truth that she could have ever known. Satan follows them wherever they go and Elin begins to doubt Touch's Powers.