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Maintained By: The Custodian

Michel Wibert was raised by his grandmother. He's well off, stubborn, independent, and has strong ideas about what goes in his hometown of New York City.

He can also see Gods.

With little to no magical talent of his own, Michel instead treats with the Elders, bartering for favors and trinkets. He started out doing so because his Nana taught him to. As he gets older, though, he comes to realize that he might in fact have a reason, a role - one he himself doesn't understand.

Yet.

Michel is the central character in an ongoing story called The New York Magician. Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcomed.

-The Custodian


The first several New York Magician stories are (or will be shortly) available as an ebook, in either epub or mobi (kindle) format. If you'd like a copy, all I ask is for any feedback you might have on the layout, prose or story, and that you not share it with anyone until I've figured out what I'm going to do as far as licensing/rights goes. Contact me via /msg for a copy, and please indicate whether you're an epub (iPad, Nook, etc) or mobi (Kindle) customer. Thanks. -TC

Note: The Heart's Filthy Lesson is the title of a song by David Bowie; some lyrics from that song are present in the writeup, credited there. In addition, a few nodes use lyrics from 'This City Never Sleeps' by Eurythmics as their titles.

  Title by Type
1 Weak and desperate from decades of commuting the djinn would barter all for coffee and a friendly ear (fiction) The Custodian writeup
2 Old Country migratory observation with familial duty (fiction) The Custodian writeup
3 Lost and Found in Gunflight Metaphor (fiction) The Custodian writeup
4 Someone to Pull the Trigger (fiction) The Custodian writeup
5 Yet The Sun Still Rose (fiction) The Custodian writeup
6 I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back (fiction) The Custodian writeup
7 A thousand winding stairs lead down before us (fiction) The Custodian writeup
8 Making islands to have new seashores (fiction) The Custodian writeup
9 game mechanic (fiction) The Custodian writeup
10 There was a Man Dwelt by a Churchyard (fiction) The Custodian writeup
11 No cure for emptiness on East 14th (fiction) The Custodian writeup
12 The Draughtsman's Contract (fiction) The Custodian writeup
13 Gas pressure disequilibrium among the urban rejecta (fiction) The Custodian writeup
14 Huddled shoulders and bent backs, like so many shadows (fiction) The Custodian writeup
15 the slow creeping menace of masked justice along Manhattan depths (fiction) The Custodian writeup
16 Evolution unfolding in Queens, New York (fiction) The Custodian writeup
17 So there is death in my voice; what of it? (fiction) The Custodian writeup
18 every statue in town came to life, but they'd been watching long enough to know better than to ever move (fiction) The Custodian writeup
19 There was a man who lived a life of fire (fiction) The Custodian writeup
20 Death may be the only goal you ever achieve (fiction) The Custodian writeup
21 if one of us should flicker and vanish, mid-drag, don't bat an eye. claim a spot on the curb and never give an inch. (fiction) The Custodian writeup
22 Deal with the flames on their terms or yours (fiction) The Custodian writeup
23 The bullets sang softly in their strait prison of steel and brass (fiction) The Custodian writeup
24 Between the Hunger and the Light (fiction) The Custodian writeup
25 The Heart's Filthy Lesson (fiction) The Custodian writeup
26 On second thought, maybe I'd rather be dangerous (fiction) The Custodian writeup
27 I want my trail to grow over and disappear, but now someone is reading it. (fiction) The Custodian writeup
28 Escape and Evasion through the subways of time gone by (fiction) The Custodian writeup
29 That too long hour never dim enough until sleep (fiction) The Custodian writeup
30 For tactical reasons, we do not currently advocate the use of violence or sorcery against private individuals. (fiction) The Custodian writeup
31 Were there nine moons above your head? Were there none? (fiction) The Custodian writeup
32 I want to lose myself in the words or the words of someone else (fiction) The Custodian writeup
33 Despite her station, the quarry was never alone (fiction) The Custodian writeup
34 you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track (fiction) The Custodian writeup
35 One to follow, one to gain; one to weather, one to drain (fiction) The Custodian writeup
36 The Moment You Realize it's Personal (fiction) The Custodian writeup
37 You Can Hear the Sound of the Underground Trains (fiction) The Custodian writeup
38 You Know it Feels Like Distant Thunder (fiction) The Custodian writeup
39 You know there's so many people living in this house (fiction) The Custodian writeup
40 And I don't even know their names (fiction) The Custodian writeup
41 Walls so thin, I can almost hear them breathing (fiction) The Custodian writeup
42 And if I listen in, I feel my own heart beating (fiction) The Custodian writeup
43 the power failure is a sudden sea. the wail of the tornado siren thrashes in the slack of the sail. (fiction) The Custodian writeup
44 March 4, 2009 (fiction) The Custodian writeup
45 Coco Loco Underground (fiction) The Custodian writeup
46 Higher New York City Gazetteer (fiction) The Custodian writeup
47 Lower New York City Gazetteer (fiction) The Custodian writeup
48 First Words and Ashes (fiction) The Custodian writeup
49 To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, even for an eggshell (fiction) The Custodian writeup