The keys clacked beneath Devora’s fingers as she sat, half twisted, typing and watching the monitor. She cursed the engineers’ assumption that this station wouldn’t require long inputs.
Around Again
Master Woodruff paced past my desk without stopping, but his gait slowed noticeably. His wand tapped between my shoulders as I knew it would, and Woodruff continued his circuit.
Turnabout
The icy grip caressed my spine. Without thinking I spun my staff and brought the crook down on the ground behind me. A high pitch yelped sounded followed by the sounds of a creature scurrying away. I glanced back and caught a dash of red disappearing into the barn.
With Power Unbound
Ralphine thought she still sat slumped in the alley, but she could see none of it. Power warped her vision from reality as it seeped further into her.
Written
The worlds lay before Merye in hasty lettering: jagged, broken, and drifting erratically. She wanted to look up to glower at her fellow apprentices. Had they known this bore magic when she’d been tasked to review it?
Aunt’s Call
At the end of the most secluded of the castle’s passages, Ullyne stared at me in desperation as she motioned toward the open chamber door. Divica’s chamber, and even from the corridor I heard she was in hysterics. Again.
Decanter
Ralphine backed away, the heal of her boot catching on a cobble stone. Horror, shock, and dismay deadened her reactions and she fell eyes still looked on the sky. Magic freed from the wizard’s decanter swirled out from the library. A silent wave of power gathering until it collapsed over the city.
Preparation Confusion
Ollie leaned against the wall watching as Josephine Maria Ziegler tipped the contents on the floor. “Ya ain’t disproving my point.” So much for her hopes that the woman could manage the rest of the trip in peace. A cog rolled across the length of the strider and bounced off Ollie’s boot.
At the Edge
“Run.” Lula spoke the word softly, expectantly. I glanced sideways. Her eyes were locked ahead and she gave every appearance of being statue still.
Shaking out the Dragons
For those of you who haven’t been paying attention (and tsk for that), this year saw the Writers and Illustrators of the Future Gala return to its familiar time in April of 2022. This year also saw my dragons taking to the road to see the event in person again. They might have been a tad excited, but don’t worry I wrangled them out of the driver’s seat. Thus, dragons corralled we headed off to California to see everything old and new.
