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The air smelled singly of ozone, all other odors obliterated by the sudden influx of power. An angry hornets’ nest of stray electrons continued to sizzle and buzz, gradually fading to an unnatural stillness.He had materialized in a valley, robbed almost entirely of his memories. He knew his name, where he had to go, and that he was a wizard of unfathomable power. Deeper than these three facts he

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It was considerably warmer than it had been the last couple of days, so I decided to walk. Couple of miles wouldn’t hurt me at all — might even do the circulatory system some good. More good than the taxi ride from the other night.At least I would have plenty of time to review my notes and cram for the quiz. Unfortunately, my notes were in a state somewhere between incomplete and abysmal. I had

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Monday came as cold and uninviting as Sunday had been. I caught a ride to work with Doug as usual. The computer repair place I worked for was not exactly on his way, but hey — what are friends for?“Good luck at that magician’s class tonight, Houdini.”“Thanks,” I said.“And not just with Sheila.” He flashed me that knowing grin of his as I climbed out of the car.“Go to hell!” I responded and

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It snowed Saturday morning — and Saturday evening — and Sunday morning. In fact, it turned out to be one of those freak winter storms that deposit twelve inches of snow every four hours, with blowing winds, freezing temperatures; in short, a real record setter. It was of the genre that all the sadistic weathermen in this country love because it gives them a chance to unearth all the old, musty,

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Chicago, 1985Mac's, the sign said. “Happy Hour 2 to7.” I had wandered the two blocks from my apartment and found myself standing outside the door debating whether I really wanted to go in. Oh, what the hell! Even though I had missed happy hour, it was still early and I did have more to celebrate than the average Joe on a Friday night. And what better place to celebrate life and the joy of living

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PROLOGUE“The gods be damned!”Maront leapt from his throne and stormed around the dais. He stopped in front of the wizard, his nose just inches from the other man's.“You are afraid! Of failure, perhaps?“If you will not perform your duty, your sworn oath to fulfill Our commands, then you shall henceforth be banished from Our kingdom forever! Vashti, the Queen, wants a child. We want a child. You,

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