Coming January 24, 2014
Blurb:
Dr. Cora Lee "Curly" Jones is a top Relativistic Astrophysicist and is
working on an artificial wormhole. When the experiment goes awry, she is
sucked into the wormhole and ends up in an alternate universe where
magic works. In order to survive, and maybe to get home, she is forced
to change from Scientist to Sorceress, a practitioner of magic, and to go
on a quest for the Ultimate Magick, accompanied only by her faithful but
dumb companion Noroth. In this quest she is challenged by the evil
Sorcerer Vexin and his ally, the equally evil Prince Garamond.
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Excerpt:
Dr.
Jones found herself somewhere else. At least, she was certainly no
longer in the lab. Looking around, she found herself in what appeared to
be a medieval castle, complete with an assortment of medieval people.
Most of them appeared shocked by her sudden appearance in their midst
and were frantically trying to get away. A few men armed with swords
were holding their ground, and one man was approaching. He was a small
man, but powerful in appearance. He had long white hair down his back
and a long white beard down his front, both reaching past his belt line.
His bushy white eyebrows hung down, barely failing to obscure his
vision. He was clad in long flowing purple Sorcerer's robes embroidered
with stars and mystic symbols, and wore a pointed hat.
Man, she thought, what a
cliché! But aloud she said, "Hail, fellow Sorcerer. I hight the
Sorceress, uh, Curly, and I have been cast here by a spell that went
very wrong."
"Welcome,
Kyrlie," he replied, pronouncing her name just a bit strangely. "I
hight Vexin. What can I do for a fellow sorcerer, er, sorceress?"
Kyrlie—apparently that
was going to be her name as long as she stayed here—put her arm around
Vexin's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "I think we needs discuss
this in private. In my land it would not do to talk about sorcerous
affairs where all these common folk can hear. Is it not so here?"
"Of course, of course."
He turned to the crowd and said, "People, go back to your affairs. Be
not scared, the Sorceress Kyrlie has come to discuss many magickal
matters with me and to seek my aid. She is a good sorceress, not an evil
one. She and I will now retire to the privacy of my laboratory."
He took Kyrlie's hand and
led her out of the hall, saying, "First thing we have to do, my dear,
is to get you some fashionable clothes. I think your strange garb was a
large part of what scared those in the Grand Hall."
Strange garb? she thought. What's strange about a lab coat over
jeans and a Donald Duck t-shirt? What should I be wearing? She soon
found out, much to her dismay.
Vexin
led her to a room with a bunch of giggling servant girls. "Dress her as
a sorceress," he instructed them, then left. They descended on her from
all sides and did their worst. When she saw what they were carrying,
she attempted to fight them off, but there were too many of them.
When Vexin returned she
was wearing a very uncomfortable brass bra, and long heavy skirts which
she intensely disliked… except they covered up the fact that this world
had never invented feminine undergarments. They were going to simply
discard her other clothes, but she threw a hissy-fit and had them
bundled up to take with her.
When she was attired
properly, at least for this world, Vexin came back and led her to the
top of the highest tower, where he opened a very heavy oak door. The
room would have looked like a modern chemistry lab, work benches and
shelves filled with jars of reagents, if it hadn't been for a number of
skeletons, bats, and assorted mummified animals hanging from the
rafters. In the center of the far wall, directly opposite the door and
apparently in a place of honor, hung the strangest skeleton of all. Much
of the skeleton seemed human, but it had four arms, one pair above the
other, and a tail.
Vexin led her over to a
pair of overstuffed chairs and gestured for her to sit. He sat in the
other, then said, "Now, tell me who you really are, and how you got
here. I know all the sorcerers in the world, and you are not one of
them."
Kyrlie thought quickly
about what to say. The truth, she decided, but put in words this man
could deal with. "Vexin," she said, "I come from another world, much
like your world in many ways but different in others. 'Sorceress' is the
closest I can come to my title there, where I am known as a
'Relativistic Astrophysicist.' I—with the help of some of my
apprentices—was working on a spell called 'Wormhole' that will let a
person travel from world to world. But it broke the pentacle in which we
had confined it, and it grabbed me, and it brought me here."
"Ah, I see," said Vexin,
but the glazed look in his eyes showed he had not understood one word in
ten. "Can you cast this 'Wormhole' spell again and return to your
world?"
"I fear not,
noble Vexin. It requires the aid of the demon 'Nuclear Power' who must
be invoked with the sacred metals, Uranium and Plutonium. Have you
supplies of those on hand?"
"Er, no, I have never heard of Uran-i-a-mum. Perhaps you must learn the spells of our world to get back."
"Excellent!"
said Kyrlie. "The very thing. Since I am a skilled sorceress in my own
world it will be easy for me to learn the magick of yours." But to
herself, she thought, Ye gods. Magick! I'm going to learn magick? If I
ever do get back, I'll be damned if I tell them how I managed it! I'd
get laughed out of the university. Magick!
Over the next few weeks Kyrlie threw herself into her magick
lessons with Vexin's help. To her own amazement, in this world where
magick worked she proved to be very proficient at it.
Vexin explained how important it was that each magic user construct his or her own tools. "Is it not so in your world?"
"It is similar but not quite the same. For simple tools like a
wand, yes, but for some of what we must construct, apprentices are
needed to assist." She thought of building the wormhole generator
single-handed and shuddered.
Once she had finished her wand, Vexin took her to one corner of the
room and said, "Come, now I will show you some of my proudest
possessions, and let you try your new wand on them." There were two
cabinets. The one on the left was normal with a small lock, the other
was reinforced with iron bars and had a massive lock. He opened the
left-hand cabinet to reveal a collection of rings. "Each of the rings
has a magic power, these are all good. Now point your wand at one and
utter the magic word, Ring-a-levio."
Kyrlie couldn't help giggling. "Is something wrong?" asked Vexin.
"Oh,
no, just that the word is used in my world with quite a different
meaning... but a meaning that would be hard to explain here." Before
Vexin could ask any further questions that would be difficult to answer,
she picked a ring at random, pointed her wand at it, and chanted
"Ring-a-levio." Immediately the ring glowed with a beautiful violet
light and a wave of happiness passed across her.
"A normal response with a good ring. Of course an un-enchanted ring
would do nothing, and an evil ring... " He shut that cabinet and opened
the other. The rings inside looked no different. "Try the spell on one
of these."
She pointed her wand at one, and again chanted "Ring-a-levio." This
time the ring glowed with a malevolent red light, and a chill washed
over her. "Now I see why you keep these in such a strong and well-locked
cabinet," she said. "But is there any way to know what good power or
evil power each ring possesses?"
He carefully locked the cabinet before he explained, "Discerning
the power of each ring is not a simple task. I have studied each of
these, and those I have solved have little labels next to them—only a
few, only very few, many are still unknown. When I acquire a new one, it
takes me days, weeks, mayhap a year to solve its secrets and label it,
if I can solve it at all. The Ring-a-levio spell tells me if the ring is
good or evil. Beyond that my fellow sorcerers and I have discovered no
sure way of determining a ring's properties. What works on one ring
seldom works on another. There has been rumored to exist a ring of
Identification, which would allow the wearer to know what all other
rings are, but I don't have that ring, nor does any other sorcerer I
know."
"Vexin, it is truly
wonderful you have done as much as you have on these," said Kyrlie.
"Your command of magick is amazing." To herself she thought, And if you
believe that, I can get you a good deal on a bridge to Brooklyn, pal.
