קוסם היונים

The other street people called him Wizard. He just wanted to be left alone. He came back from Vietnam thinking he'd left its evils behind forever; he never wanted to feel the intoxicating rush of battle again. But something wicked was drifting through the streets, a black magic that threatened the entire city--and only Wizard had the power to stop it. Soon he would hav eto make a choice: to stand and fight, or turn and run. To be a wizard, or just a man. The time had come to choose...