Oddly enough, after all these years, I have an update. One of Tom’s friends in Kent found one of the boxes of his writing. It contains the original draft of Campus Altus (the standalone story he and I collaborated on when he was still alive), a complete draft of a play called Mayday, lots of notes for his novel cycle, and not entirely sure what all else. I’m still working through what is there and what might be in some kind of publishable form. It amazes me that this survived all the years, twenty-two years since his death. Tom would be so happy to know that magic exists after all.