A parallel worlds fantasy which takes our very ordinary heroine, Ruth Watson, out of this world and tips her into a magical maelstrom in the Pelarian Multiverse. This book charts her discovery of her magical abilities and her quest to save the Multiverse from destruction.
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Job hunting when you are a middle aged woman with a young son isn’t easy. Frankly its depressing. Ruth Watson answers an odd advertisement and finds herself taking on a role she could never have imagined in her wildest dreams – saving not just the universe but the multiverse. Pitched headlong into a parallel world she reluctantly takes on the mantle of Mage Prime and in the process puts her son, her new friends and herself in danger. At the same time she discovers she isn’t too old to fall for the handsomest man around. Magic, mayhem and cast of wonderful characters will have you turning the pages late into the night in this first volume of the Pelarian Multiverse Chronicle. Reader's comments: More grown up than 'Harry Potter', more fun than'The Lord of the Rings'. It is a fast moving, satisfyingly well detailed adventure with all characters vigorously drawn. There is a sting in the tail that left this reader avid for the next volume.
When Ruth stepped over the crystal it seemed that one moment she was in a plain white walled room with no doors and the next she was tripping over the lip of a stone edged doorway into a circular chamber. Furnished with old fashioned wooden settles, a large table bearing a decanter and some glasses and, in an enormous fireplace opposite her arrival point, a roaring log fire, the whole decor was distinctly Disney medieval. Definitely a dream.
Immediately in front of her stood Amariel but now the pretty young secretary had been transformed into something very different. Ruth, shocked to her core, resorted to what she hoped was cool sarcasm by remarking “And what are you supposed to be – some sort of fairy godmother?” Amariel, now resplendent in a set of six-foot high opalescent wings, which were beautifully set off by a few discreet wisps of gossamer, refused to rise to the obvious bait in her tone. “Actually I’m a fairy goddaughter. Ruth, I’m sorry to rush you but could you move out of the way of the portal before Thomas comes through – he has a tendency to misjudge the height of the step and can land rather heavily. Why don’t you pour yourself a glass of wine and have a seat over there until Thomas gets here.”
Ruth wandered unsteadily across the room and, although her internal clock said it was only eleven thirty in the morning, poured herself a very generous glass of wine and downed about half of it before she focused on her surroundings once more. For a dream, the wine tasted very real and very good.