Edward Hopper Pont du Carrousel in the Fog

Edward Hopper Pont du Carrousel in the FogEdward Hopper Painter and ModelEdward Hopper Office in a Small City
He marked eight points on its circumference and joined them up to form an octogram. A low throbbing began to fill the room.
Alberto Malich stepped into the centre and held the staff above his head. He felt it wake to his grip, felt the tingle of the sleeping power unfold itself slowly and deliberately, like a waking tiger. It triggered old memories of power and .

Stratohemispheric winds whipped at Mort's cloak.
'Where are we going first?' yelled Ysabell in his ear.
'Bes Pelargic!' shouted Mort, the gale whirling his words away.magic that buzzed through the cobwebbed attics of his mind. He felt alive for the first time in centuries.He licked his lips. The throbbing had died away, leaving a strange, waiting kind of silence.Malich raised his head and shouted one single syllable.Blue-green fire flashed from both ends of the staff. Streams of octarine flame spouted from the eight pouits of the octogram and enveloped the wizard. All this wasn't actually necessary to accomplish the spell, but wizards consider appearances are very important. . . .So are disappearances. He vanished