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January 23, 2013
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Let It Snow has a story that includes both Troll Or Derby...
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The latest Wizard is out!An excerpt from THE WIZARD TAKES THE...
The latest Wizard is out!
An excerpt from THE WIZARD TAKES THE CAKE:
“Friend!” Merlin exclaimed, letting loose of his ample bride long enough to awkwardly embrace me. Each of us held our staffs in our right hands, and for a moment they clanged together, sending showers of sparks through the air. “Looking good, boy, looking good,” he said.
He had always been slight, but wore slighter still with age. As he reached out for his anything-but-slight new bride, she gently clasped his arm and they drew together, a big fat yin and scrawny yan.
“An honor to attend,” I said. “And your father? He resides at Sunny Acres now, as well?” I had scanned the room and failed to find him.
“Oh, no. Well, no and yes. Dad!” As Delilah continued greeting and hugging guests, Merlin IV stepped to the side and gently shook the shoulder of a sleeping old man I never would have recognized as the once powerful Merlin III. “Dad! Wake up! You’re missing the reception!”
For a moment the glamour flickered, and through the veneer of a gaunt centenarian, I saw what the bridegroom had meant. I’d heard of it before, but never seen it: the curse of prolonged life. Merlin III was no longer the skin and bones he’d once been—he was merely the bones. I passed my staff over his body, the fulcrum of jewels and gems at the top swinging and twitching into frenzied motion as they absorbed the magic and dispelled the glamour, allowing me a closer look. Rasping lungs beat rapidly inside the ribcage. Dry bloodshot eyes stared out from eye sockets, the remains of a tongue jutting from between Merlin III’s ancient British teeth.“Teacher,” I said. “How can I help?”
The living skeleton that was once a man rattled in his chair, but his words were indiscernible. Merlin IV grimaced, and I shook the staff over the father of the bride, applying a sleeping spell. It seemed the compassionate thing to do. Talk about “assisted living.” Poor Merlin III clearly needed assistance dying.“I see what you mean,” I said. After a beat, I asked “Demons?”
Merlin IV nodded.
“No wizard play at all? The Eastern European Council is nothing to mess around with, and I remember how your dad was involved in the—”
“I don’t know, friend!” Merlin raised his hands in frustration. “I don’t know, I don’t know! Something that happened at Monte Carlo, I think.” Some of the wedding guests looked our way in disapproval. Delilah arched an eyebrow in warning. The message was clear: I had best not be causing trouble with her man on their wedding day.
Finally! More Wizard, more demons, more magic, more CAKE!
Artist: Fred Fields
