Riddle X Floyd Novels & Stories

He even has the most perfect slender fingers. He’s not all darkness and fire like Harlan. He’s the exact opposite — cool, calm and collected. Like a nerd. A rich nerd. All he’s missing is glasses. “How did both of you become friends?” I blurt. Floyd smiles. Even his smile is soft, almost gentlemanly. “Are you referring to our obvious differences?” I nod, biting my lip to keep myself from falling asleep. I don’t think he’s going to tell me, but Floyd relaxes on the table and starts talking;

His family name is Greag. ‘Then I'm wrong,’ said Floyd with a shrug. ‘And you Rodolf? You are related to Bertram? ‘ Rodolf nodded. ‘But not a druid?’ asked Floyd ‘No, not really, more Wicca,’ Rodolf looked at him intently. 'And you?' ‘What do you mean?’ Floyd ran a hand through his beard. ‘Who are you related to?’ Esmee and Rodolf both looked at him questioningly. Floyd laughed proudly. ‘The Grahams, I'm Floyd de Graham.’