Billy Wirth 80s Novels & Stories

They became Innkeepers and for those first few years were happy as church mice in a wool sock. Then they lost Julia. Both took it hard, handling it in each their own ways. Billy threw himself into being the best Innkeeper he could and Amelia went on to win State in swimming that year. Eventually, they worked together to rebuild their lives without that big part of them both. Billy is a 41-year-old father. He stands a comfortable 6' tall with a slight pooch from 1 or 2 too many beers occasionally.

Billy clears his throat, breaking the heavy quiet. Billy is the first to break the silence. He clears his throat, his voice unsteady. “Kid… my mate, my Myra… she wouldn’t do that.” His fingers twitch against his knee. “She was no dark witch. She was a light witch.” I turn to look at him, watching the way his brows pinch together, the way his jaw tightens with something like desperation. “I know I said she was mysterious,” he continues, “and that I didn’t know much about her, but I know she was a good woman. I know she wouldn’t do something like that.” His voice turns almost pleading. “She wouldn’t do all those things.”

She answered on the first ring. “Hello, Lilly.” I said. “How about finishing the torturous underground paralegal work?” Lilly snorted, a sharp, cynical sound. “I am tired and contemplating a career change to professional bed warmer. What’s going on? You sound like you just had a near-death experience, which, for you, is probably a Tuesday.” “I screamed in the billionaire’s face,” I replied promptly. “And then his mother called me an opportunistic, debt-ridden mercenary.”

he murmured in disbelief. The woman who slept with him that morning. The woman who slapped him. Master Vivian Wheeler. Billy let out a short, soundless laugh. “Damn…” Donna turned quickly. “You know her?” Billy didn’t answer. His gaze was locked onto Vivian, who now stood at the center of the stage, receiving applause with a professional smile. “So I didn’t sleep with just any woman,” he whispered softly. “I slept with a master.” On stage, Vivian held the microphone.

’ Warrd was about to leave him in the woods alone. ‘You're not gonna leave me here. Are you?’ He looked pitiable ‘Just watch me leave you here fat arse stranger, priest of the North, Doctor of Witches right ?’ Warrd expressed ‘Oh yeah, you got it right this time but please I am not a fat arse stranger. You can call me Billy. Yeah...Billy that's my name...Billy.’ ‘Bily is that a name or...’ Warrd was interrupted again. ‘No, it's not Bily, you had to get it correctly. It's Billy...like B I L L Y. ’