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Saguaro Books
Saguaro Books
Category:
Fantasy
Publisher: Saguaro Books, LLC
Pages: 326
Copyright: Jan. 1, 2013
Noni yearns to do magic and finds little consolation in the book of stories her mother left her.
Noni yearns to do magic and finds little consolation in the book of stories her mother left her. She envies her friend Twig’s magical skills. When Saronians steal everyone’s magic, Noni’s reading skill becomes important. She and Twig set off to find the Book of Spells. Eventually they arrive at the castle where the Book is hidden.
With the loss of magic, the ‘Dragon Hold’ weakens. One dragon escapes, wreaks havoc, and ends up at the castle.
Pintz, Wanda and deBoyas, the Saronian Mages who take everyone’s magic, quarrel after finding some dragon scales. After a dragon attack, deBoyas abandons the other two. He tries to return to Sarony, but is ‘bound’ to Mitlery. When he learns this, he swears to kill Pintz to free himself. His search eventually takes him to the castle.
Pintz and Wanda learn about the Book of Spells and decide to destroy it. They are at the castle when Noni and Twig arrive. Will Noni locate the Book of Spells in time?
Excerpt
If you can’t ‘Travel’, but must instead use your feet to move along the roads of Mitlery, you’ll find them smooth and soft beneath your unshod soles. Undisturbed by wagon wheel or animal hoof, the roads show no prints or tracks, no potholes or ruts, no evidence of the daily traffic that bustles between Mitlery’s villages and towns. You’ll see nothing but unmarred roads throughout the country, except for the short stretch of towpath not quite a furlong beyond the last house of Zollat Harbor.
When you ‘Travel’ between Castle Zollat and the harbor, no doubt you’ll pause here to goggle at a scarred and faded caravan with an ornate oval crest attached to one side, sunk to its wheel hubs in the middle of the bridge.
I should say, in the middle of Old Bridge, for New Bridge crosses the canal next to the bemired caravan.
The caravan’s paint is peeling in long swathes. Its banners have shredded to the merest hint of silk. The crest dangles from a nail so rusted, you wonder how the device still can be attached. Yet, despite the dilapidation, this caravan is a national monument. No dust settles on it, even in the Season of Dry Heat, when leaves and road are coated in a dirt-brown film.
This is the story of how that caravan got stuck, why no one has dug it out and why it gathers no dust.
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