The Walk Alones [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Jenny Schwartz
eBook Category: Fantasy/Romance
eBook Description: Katya is faced with a life changing decision: she can continue in her safe half-life of obscurity as a servant in the College of Magic; or she can embrace her magic talent and Ghentian heritage. Telmus is the college's youngest and most powerful mage, and he needs Katya's help to defeat the unnamed enemy who massacred Katya's people and who now threatens the entire kingdom of Davia. Although doubting her ability, Katya can't ignore the evil. She witnesses their enemy's attempt to introduce an amulet of control into the warded home of Telmus. The amulet is carried in by an emaciated street boy named Lee, who also becomes part of the household--proof that Telmus is kinder than his reputation reports. Together, Katya and Telmus discover scrolls that direct them to the Ghentian Mountains and the power they will need to defeat their enemy. Telmus has his own ghosts, but between these two walk-alones, there develops trust and respect. Katya and Telmus gain power, however, their triumph is cut short by a message from the College President: the royal heir has been kidnapped. Fate favors them as Lee's presence helps them in determining what happened during the kidnapping. Katya and Telmus locate the prince, but their enemy's identity eludes them. The answer to defeating their enemy lies in Katya's Ghentian heritage. By accepting her past, Katya finds the answer and trusts it to Telmus. Together, they can destroy the wizard's magic, returning the power of the life force to its source. The risk is, will the disruption of elemental magic damage the ensorcelled King? They have to try.
eBook Publisher: Double Dragon Publishing/Double Dragon eBooks, Published: DDP, 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2006
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"Deep the silence round us spreading," Katya sang, as she shifted her ladder to the next statue.
The mage walk at the College of Magic had an impressive line of 12-foot presidential statues, their marble grandeur dwarfed by high gothic windows, a shadowy, vaulted ceiling and a gleaming, golden, zodiac mosaic underfoot, and it was all Katya's to keep clean. She climbed the ladder, duster at the ready.
"All through the night … Eek!" Katya recoiled, as the statue extended an arm and caught her neatly.
The statue waited until Katya was safely on the ground and then shrank itself to human proportions. Clothes lost their dusty hue and flesh regained its living tone. Katya wasn't reassured. She eyed the mage with misgiving and bobbed a hasty curtsey.
"Master Telmus, I didn't realize…"
The College's most powerful mage interrupted. He looked tall and stern, his level brows were drawn together in a frown, giving his young face a forbidding quality. "Only a magic user would have seen me and not the statue." It was an accusation, and Katya didn't mistake it. She sidled backwards, her hands twisting the duster behind her back.
"I've been here a long time?" Katya suggested. She wished she thought escape was possible.
"Have you? And that's another thing. There is no record of you beginning employment in the College's domestic service and yet, here you are."
"Yes. Here I am." Katya didn't sound happy about it.
"Perhaps you could explain it to me." The door to Telmus' room swung open. "After you."
Brushing past Telmus, Katya was aware that even at normal height, he loomed. Katya controlled a shiver. The College of Magic had been safe for so long. Any stray magic was attributed to experimental overflow, and in Davia, females weren't expected to have magic anyway. Discovery was unexpected and terrifying.
The door swung shut behind Telmus and the room surrounded them: A place of secrets, of contained raw magic and of the accumulated knowledge of centuries. It smelt musty, as old libraries do, but on the edge of that comforting smell was the tang of magic.
"How old are you?" Telmus asked abruptly.
"Nineteen," Katya answered. "Sir."
Telmus blinked. He scanned Katya's slight figure, obscured by the ugly fall of her gray dress. She didn't look 19, only eight years younger than himself.
Katya perched on the edge of a comfortably stuffed armchair. The remoteness of Telmus' forbidding expression eased as he looked down at Katya. Her hair was strained away from her face and hidden beneath an over-sized mobcap. She looked young and scared; her face, beneath the ridiculous cap, had the delicate lines of a Dürer etching. She had dropped her duster, and it half covered her left boot, hiding the cracked and scuffed toe. Telmus crouched in front of Katya's chair.
"Katya, I need you to listen to me carefully. I need your help." Telmus leant forward and captured Katya's hands firmly in his.
Copyright © 2006 Jenny Schwartz