"January sixth," Ariel murmured automatically. It was appropriate, after a fact. It was also not unreachable. Even at a slower pace, it was not perhaps unreachable.
He said as much. "I can complete the book by then, though I'm not certain how much time I'd need for your so-called 'riddle.' And I know I have no real deadline, but I never see much of a need to stop." He had few friends and no lady in his life, why not stick to magic? Bill had dragged him out forcibly a few nights, but only a few.