IT ALL BEGAN WITH A GHOST
"I'm a ghost," Gawain repeated. "Here, I'll demonstrate."
He extended his hand. Norton clasped it, expecting a crushing grip-and encountered air. He touched Gawain's arm, and his hand passed through without resistance, disappearing into the man's body.
"You certainly are," he agreed ruefully. "You look so solid"
"Do I?" Gawain asked, becoming translucent.
Norton shook his head. "I never met a real, live-uh"
"Real, at any rate." Gawain laughed, firming up to solid semblance again. "Norton, I like you. Pd have enjoyed your company when I was alive. I think I have a favor to ask of you."
"I'll do any man a favor. But I don't think there's much"
"I need an heir," the ghost said. "T