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Dawn of Magic

Something is very wrong with the world of magic . . .

Dawn of Magic

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Release Date : November 21, 2023

ISBN Number : 978-1-61138-925-8

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Something is very wrong with the world of magic.

Thea Winthrop, Dougble Seventh and the world’s newest and shiniest Elemental mage, is in her first year of studies at a prestigious university when she gets caught up again in a crisis in which she needs to take up the defense of her kind.

This time, accompanied by Corey the Trickster and Nikola Tesla as well as her friends from the Last Ditch School who have all found theor own wings, Thea has to go back to the beginning of everything as she grapples with the deepest mysteries of her own existence… when she has to face down her nemesis, the Alphiri Queen, and rekindle the magic of humankind at its origins.

Book 4 of the Worldweavers series

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“So, can I take my favorite niece out for a cup of coffee?”

The whisper was very soft, but Thea Winthrop’s head came up instantly and her eyes raked the library stacks behind her as she turned from her study carrel.

“Aunt Zoë!”

“They said you might be here,” Zoë said, stepping out from behind a bookcase, “so I thought I’d come sniff you out. Can you take a break?”

“Sure,” Thea said, closing the book she had been taking notes from with an almost unseemly alacrity. “I just need to re-shelve this. I’ll meet you out front in five minutes?”

Zoë laughed out loud at the expression on Thea’s face. “What is that thing? You look like you’ve been sucking lemons all afternoon…”

Thea sighed. “Oh, I missed you,” she said, a little too loudly, enough for two other students in adjoining carrels to look up. Thea made small apologetic gestures in their direction, motioned her aunt towards the front door of the library, turned to stuff her notebook and pen into her backpack, and trotted off towards the small red shelf by the front of the stacks with her study book in tow. She tucked it in beside three others waiting there to be re-shelved, and then jumped back, startled, when all four books promptly vanished in a puff of pink-tinged smoke.

She looked up just as a librarian, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth in frustration, hurried over.

“No, it’s nothing you did,” she said to Thea as she bent over to examine the red bookshelf. “This thing has been re-shelving everything in the History of Fashion section for almost three days now. It’s a total nuisance–I called the Spell Maintenance people twice yesterday, I’d better call them again…”

Thea left the annoyed librarian muttering irately to herself and hurried out to where Zoë was waiting for her just outside the library’s entrance; Zoë waved to get her niece’s attention as Thea emerged, shrugging into a coat and lifting a hood against the light drizzle of the November day.

“You should have said you were coming,” Thea said, walking towards her aunt.

“And missed surprising you?”

“You’re checking up on me,” Thea said, giving her aunt a gimlet stare from under her hood as she was tucking her hair underneath it. “You just wanted to see how I was doing, and how best to do that than by ambush. Did Mom send you?”

“Thea, you know better than that,” Zoë said.

Thea hesitated, and then smiled. “I guess,” she said.

“Coffee?”

“Well, the nearest nice coffee shop is…” And then, when Zoë gave her a limpid look, she grinned again. “Oh yeah. You went here yourself, didn’t you.”

“And not that long ago,” Zoë said primly. “Come on, my treat. Trust me.”

Zoë piled them into her small car and drove them down Library Hill into the more residential part of the Amford campus. She seemed to deliberately avoid all the decent coffee shops that Thea had discovered in the town, driving instead down a leafy lane and parking seemingly at random, in the middle of a thoroughly residential street which didn’t look likely to harbor anything remotely like a place where you could sit down for a coffee and a chat. But as Zoë turned the keys in the ignition, she gave a small dangling thing on her key ring a touch and a stroke–and all of a sudden the car was parked precisely in front of a house which Thea absolutely knew had not been there a moment before. A house completely unremarkable in any other way, except for the fact that it was painted an improbable shade of fire-engine red which served to make it stand out vividly from amongst its more staidly painted neighbors in the drizzly November afternoon.

“I have never seen this house before,” Thea said, mystified.

“Of course not,” Zoë said, pulling the keys out of the ignition. “You need this to get there from here.”

Thea glanced down from the house to Zoë’s keys, and then back again. “It’s a Magikey?”

“Of sorts,” Zoë said. “They give you one, for this place, when you graduate. In theory, you probably shouldn’t be aware of it yet, it’s way too early and probably against the rules. But breaking rules always tastes so sweet, and I at least am perfectly entitled to be here, and I can bring a guest if I want to, even if she is still a current student in good standing.”

Still a… what? What is this place?”

“The House of Alumni,” Zoë said. “Come on.”

Breaking rules might have tasted sweet, but this was the premier University of Magic, and they probably had stuff in place to guard against infiltrators who tried to break into a house protected by a Magikey. Thea’s forehead creased into a little frown.

“Uh. You were probably right the first time. I probably shouldn’t…”

“It’s okay. You’re with me.”

But it wasn’t just the rule-breaking.

“You don’t understand,” Thea said. She had got out of the car but was hanging back.

Zoë’s head came around like a hunting dog’s. “What’s the matter?”

Thea lifted her hands helplessly. “Do you really want to make me even more of a sore thumb than I already am?”

“I thought I could smell trouble,” Zoë murmured.

“I really shouldn’t,” Thea said, giving the House of Alumni a regretful look.

Zoë sniffed. “Well, we’re getting soaked,” she said practically. “All right, we’ll pick a less ostentatious venue, for now, if you promise to tell me everything.”

“It’s the same old story,” Thea said faintly, turning back to the car. “Square peg. Round hole.”

 

About the Author: Alma Alexander’s life so far has prepared her very well for her chosen career. She was born in a country which no longer exists on the maps, has lived and worked in seven countries on four continents (and in cyberspace!), has climbed mountains, dived in coral reefs, flown small planes, swum with dolphins, touched two-thousand-year-old tiles in a gate out of Babylon. She is a novelist, anthologist and short story writer who currently shares her life between the Pacific Northwest of the USA (where she lives with two cats, a one-eyed ex-feral street moggy rescue, and a retired international grand champion Maine Coon) and the wonderful fantasy worlds of her own imagination. You can find out more about Alma and her books on her website, at her Amazon author page, on Twitter, at her Facebook page, or at her Patreon page.

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