It had taken cutting-edge forecasts, hours of internet research, and a surreptitious visit to a certain weather-seer who demanded a price beyond ordinary men, but he had done it. Graham had found the one place in driving distance that wasn't overcast for the eclipse.
Lodging was no problem. His father's church had adherents through the area, and Graham was happy to provide blessings in return for the best the rubes had to offer. He'd repay them when he ascended to the dark lord's throne - serving him for all eternity was more than enough for the garbage they'd called dinner.
Now he laid on the patchy roof and watched darkness engulf the sun.
His castle was up there; he could feel it calling to him.
Just eighteen more years.