Astrid Maxxim and the Electric Racecar Challenge – Chapter 14 Excerpt

Astrid Maxxim and the Electric Racecar Challenge“All systems nominal,” said Astrid, looking at Ariel’s instruments.

“We have a clean burn,” said copilot Carl Williams.

Ariel, propelled by her custom Maxxim liquid fuel blend, a combination of hydroxy-terminated polybutadiene, nitrous oxide, and several top secret ingredients, pushed the advanced spaceplane higher and higher into the atmosphere.

“Throttling up,” said Astrid.

She looked over her shoulder at her three passengers.

“Everything good back there?”

Laura Bell flashed a smile. Booker Larson’s eyes were glued to his instrument panel, but her threw Astrid a thumbs up. Sergei Bryce simply looked like he was going to throw up. The three of them, all of whom could be found on the list of the twenty richest Americans, had each paid $2 million for the chance to fly into space.

The force of acceleration pressed everyone back into their seats.

“Nosing up to forty degrees,” said Astrid. “Throttling up to seventy percent.”

“Mach six point three,” called Williams. “Altitude is four five miles.”

The gentle rumbling of the rocket engines through the fuselage of the space plane continued.

“Fuel is good,” said Williams. “Pressure is good. All navigation and secondary systems are good.”

“Flight controls are good,” said Astrid. “Plotting a geostationary transfer orbit.” She looked back at her three passengers. “This will take us flying out to 22,230 miles out, and then swing us back down to one hundred miles.”

“That’s fantastic!” Laura Bell’s shout was amplified by the microphone.

“Easy there, Miss,” said Williams. “I’d like to return with both my eardrums intact.”

“Sorry.”

“Who’d like to get out of their seats and float around?” asked Astrid, as she released her restraints.

The others followed suit and soon they were all floating around Ariel’s large cabin, spinning, doing summersaults, and peeling off their flight suits. Astrid had just finished stowing her suit and helmet, when she turned around to see Sergei Bryce throwing up.

“I’ve got it,” called Carl Williams, as he retrieved a vacuum hose from a ceiling compartment and began chasing down the spherical globules of vomit.

Several hours later, back in her seat, Astrid made an announcement.

“Congratulations lady and gentleman, you have just reached the farthest point away from the earth of anyone since the crew of Apollo 17.”

Astrid Maxxim and the Antarctic Expedition – Chapter 5 Excerpt

Astrid Maxxim and the Antarctic ExpeditionThe next morning, the girl inventor headed out the door, luggage in hand. She climbed into the car with her parents and then they all drove into the Maxxim Campus to the dedicated airfield. A Maxxim Starcraft 170 waited on the Tarmac. Toby, Austen, Denise, and the two Valeries were all waiting to say goodbye. Christopher, who would be making the trip to Antarctica with Astrid, was there with his parents, as was Denise’s brother Dennis, who would be piloting their flight to Los Angeles.

“Hello Nerd,” said a familiar voice from behind Astrid. The girl inventor turned around to come face to face with her cousin Gloria and Gloria’s parents.

“Be nice to your little cousin, now,” said Aunt Lauren.

“Indeed,” said Uncle Carl. “She’s going to be an important part of the new company.”

“What company is that?” wondered Astrid.

“The new Maxxim.”

“Hello Carl,” said Dr. Maxxim, smiling.

“Roger,” responded Uncle Carl, tersely. “Kate.”

Aunt Lauren turned her head, ignoring her in-laws.

“So, did you guys come to see me off?” Astrid asked her cousin.

“Oh no. I’m going to Cali to spend a week with Aunt Penny,” said Gloria. “It seemed a shame to charter another plane, when you’re already headed that way anyway.”

“Gloria’s very cost conscious,” added Aunt Lauren.

“I’ve always thought that about her,” said Astrid with a straight face.

Once everyone had said their goodbyes, the travelers stepped across the tarmac and up the steps to the plane’s hatch. Astrid had hoped for a moment alone with Toby before she left, but she didn’t get it. She shot a quick look back to see him watching her through the glass wall of the terminal building. They gave each other a quick wave. Dennis Brown and Marty Crockett, one of the Maxxim pilots, took their places in the cockpit, while Astrid and Christopher sat down together near the front. Gloria walked all the way to the back of the cabin and staked a claim to the seat directly in front of the small restroom.

“The view is better up here,” Astrid called back, thinking that Gloria’s window view would be obstructed by the rear canard wing.

“Survivability in case of a crash is greater in the rear of an airplane,” said Gloria. “I would think a nerd like you would know that.”

“The joke’s on her,” Astrid said to Christopher. “If this plane crashes we’re all going to die.”

“That’s it, Astrid,” he replied. “Always look on the bright side.”

Astrid Maxxim and her Amazing Hoverbike – Chapter 16 Excerpt

Astrid Maxxim and her Amazing HoverbikeAstrid mounted the bike and Toby climbed into his same spot behind. She drove to the lab entrance and he hopped down to hold the door open as she drove through. He did the same thing at the elevator, and again downstairs. They had to use the side entrance, since the hoverbike wouldn’t fit through the revolving door in the front.

“Making another break for it?” asked Mr. Toulson, intercepting them just outside.

“Charles, get your van and follow us,” said Astrid. “We may need your help.”

Minutes later, they were shooting across the Maxxim campus, Astrid and Toby cruising over the desert on the hoverbike and Toulson on the road that ran in the same general direction they were traveling. Toby looked down to gauge their height and then over Astrid’s shoulder to check their speed.

“I’d say we’re about two feet high and we’re going twenty-five,” he pointed out. “That’s a bit more than you expected wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” replied Astrid. “I’m not giving it full power either.”

“Well, open it up and let’s see what it can do,” said Toby.

Astrid pressed her foot down all the way on the throttle and pulled back on the controls. The hoverbike rose up into the air about twenty feet before leveling off and the speedometer moved slowly up until it wobbled around the 40 mph mark.

“And this is with two people on it!” said Toby excitedly. “I am definitely getting one of these!”

“Don’t tell any of the others,” said Astrid, “but I’m having them made for all seven of us.”

“Seven?”

“Yes, Austin is one of the gang now.”

“That makes six… oh yeah. I keep forgetting there are two Valeries now. They seem so much alike.”

They flew above the desert floor. Toulson was sometimes closer and other times farther away as the road wound in and around the dry rivers and rocky hills, but with the van’s superior speed he managed to keep up with them. Some forty minutes after they had left the R&D parking lot, they arrived at the Saguaro Cactus Garden, the site of the school field trip. This was, according to the website, the location of Austin’s MX-360. Starting at the monorail platform, Astrid began spiraling out in an ever-widening circle as both she and Toby looked for their friend. At last, Toby tapped Astrid on the shoulder and pointed down toward the ground. Slumped against a boulder was a body.

Astrid dropped the hoverbike so quickly to the ground that it smacked into a small sand dune. When she and Toby jumped off, it rose back up to hover a foot in the air. They ran to the side of the crumpled form and found that it was indeed Austin. His clothing was covered with sand, his face and arms were sunburned, and his lips were chapped.

“Austin,” said Astrid, brushing the sand off his face. “Austin, are you okay?”

“I don’t want to go to school, Mom,” he said, dreamily.

“Austin, wake up.”

The boy opened his eyes.

“It bit me,” he said lifting up his right arm. “A snake bit me.”

A Plague of Wizards – Available Now

A Plague of WizardsA Plague of Wizards, book 8 in the Senta and the Steel Dragon series is now available wherever fine ebooks are sold.

In this, book 8 of Senta and the Steel Dragon: Senta Bly, the most powerful sorceress in the world has disappeared and no one knows where or why. What happens to Port Dechantagne and Birmisia without her protection for four years? Wizards with all sorts of their own agendas descend on the colony, and the citizens must cope the best they can. Nineteen-year-old Iolana Staff lives the life of a famous author, far away in the capital city, but how does her friend Esther, the only Birmisian lizzie on the continent deal with human society? Meanwhile Iolana’s cousin Terra has made the journey to the lizzie city of Yessonarah, to learn what living in the palace of a reptilian king is really like.

A Plague of Wizards – Chapter 19 Excerpt

A Plague of WizardsLord Dechantagne walked through the doors of the new bookstore, followed by Walworth Partridge. What they found inside was a veritable wonderland for bibliophiles of every stripe. It was as bigger than any store in the colony with the possible exception of some of the larger purveyors of dry goods and sundries. More than a dozen tall counters were filled to capacity with books of all varieties. At least half that many tables were dispersed among the shelves with stacked displays of new editions.

Half a dozen people called to him, and we waved back, smiling.

Within a few minutes he had found a copy of his cousin’s new novel. He scanned the blurb, but didn’t find anything about her he didn’t already know, and didn’t find out anything about the book that particularly made him want to read it.

“Lord Dechantagne, how lovely to see you in our store,” said Sherree McCoort, sliding up next to him.

“You’ve certainly gone all out. This has to be the preeminent bookstore in the world.”

“Especially now that you’re here,” she gushed.

“I see you have a good selection.”

“The best,” she agreed.

“Good. I would like to purchase a collection of books.”

“What genre were you interested in, My Lord.”

“Oh, that doesn’t matter. I want one hundred books. They must all be recent printings of editions from the last decade or so, have well-constructed leather covers, and the print on the spines should be clear and legible.”

“That’s it? You don’t care what they’re about?”

“Well, they should be good books,” he said. “But their primary purpose is to fill in some holes in our library shelves. Take Walworth with you and see what you can gather together.”

“My Lord?”

Augie turned around to find Sherree’s husband.

“Mr. McCoort, what a pleasure to see you up and around. No lingering effects?”

“I’ve fully recovered, thank you. I have a young man here with a um…difficult question—nothing scandalous, I assure you. It’s just that he needs some advice and I could think of no one better to offer it to him. If you wouldn’t mind, he’s seated at the tete-à-tete along the back wall.”

“All right,” said Augie walking to the area indicated.

A heavyset blonde man, a few years older than himself, sat nervously fidgeting with a pocket watch. When the young lord approached, he jumped to his feet.

“I know you,” said Augie. “Your Mr. Buttermore’s son.”

“Yes, sir. Easton Buttermore.

“Let’s sit and you can explain to me your problem. I can’t promise I have all the answers, but I am happy to listen.”

“It’s about this watch,” said Buttermore.

“It looks very fine and expensive.”

“It was a gift, from Senta.”

“Your girlfriend?” Augie asked. There were probably, at that moment, about two hundred young women and girls in Port Dechantagne with that famous first name.

“No. The, um, Drache Girl.”

“Really?” Lord Dechantagne suddenly sat up straight in his chair. “I have to tell you I have no way at all of determining what magic might be on it.”

“No, no. It’s not that. It’s the inscription.”

He slid the watch across the table. Augie hesitated only a moment before picking it up and turning it over in his hands. It was antique and beautifully decorated on front and back. He flipped the lid open. The watch face was a work of ultimate craftsmanship, obviously a precision timepiece. There was a small separate seconds dial on the right, and the phases of the moon on the left. Turning it around, he read the engraved message. To Grand Master Wizard Cavendish from Lord Callingham on behalf of a grateful empire.

“What do you think, My Lord?”

“I think on the one hand you have a very, very fine watch—better than mine, I can tell you that. On the other hand this rather makes you an accessory after the fact to murder.”

“Mother of Kafira,” gasped Buttermore, his lip starting to sweat.

“I suppose the first question is: do you want to keep it or sell it. If it’s the latter, I would gladly purchase it from you for oh… let’s say five thousand marks.”

“That’s too generous, My Lord. But, um… some people get upset with you when you give away a gift… and I don’t ever, I mean ever, want her upset with me.”

“Well, that is good thinking,” agreed Augie. “I’ll tell you what. Do you know Yulia’s Fine Jewelry over in Zaeritown?”

Buttermore nodded.

“Take the watch there. Tell Mr. Yulia that I sent you, and that you want the inscription removed completely. If you want a new inscription, perhaps with your name, have him do it. He’s very good. And have him charge it all to my account.”

“But… but why, My Lord?”

“Because we’re friends. Isn’t that enough? We are friends, aren’t we, Mr. Buttermore?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent. Now be on your way. I would have that done sooner rather than later, if I were you.”

“Thank you, sir.” Buttermore got up and hurried from the bookstore.

Augie leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head, as he waited for Walworth and Mrs. McCoort to finish his shopping.

A Plague of Wizards – Chapter 15 Excerpt

A Plague of WizardsHsrandtuss nodded knowingly as he surveyed the forest for miles around from the top of hill his people had named Dhu-oooastu. He pointed first to the south and nodded to Tusskiqu. The great lizzie hissed in reply. Then Hsrandtuss pointed to the southeast and nodded to Slechtiss. Slechtiss placed his hand to his throat and then hurried off. A dozen brightly painted lizzies hurried after him. Others went with Tusskiqu. Still more were hurrying this way and that.

“I can’t tell what’s going on?” said the single tiny human amid the army of lizzies.

Hsrandtuss reached down and picked Terra Dechantagne up, setting her on his shoulder. Then he pointed high up into the clouds. The girl could make out little among the great fluffy masses at first. Then she saw something sapphire blue zipping across the sky at amazing speed.

“Is that it?”

“Yes,” replied the King. “That is Xecheon’s new god.”

“My eyes must be playing tricks. It doesn’t look any larger than me.”

“It is bigger than you, but not so big that I couldn’t still put it on my shoulder instead of a skinny soft-skin.” Then he gurgled loudly.

“What?”

“We’re very nearly the same size,” he said. “Wouldn’t it be glorious to engage in hand-to-hand combat with a god?”

“It wouldn’t be a very long combat,” she said. “Dragon armor is essentially indestructible. They have teeth that can bit through steel, frighteningly sharp claws, and a barbed tail. They breathe fire and usually have some other breath weapon. They are extremely intelligent and are capable of magic.”

“Why did I bring you along with me?” wondered Hsrandtuss. “Was it just to depress me?”

“I will be quite honest, Great King. I have no idea why I’m here.”

“You are here to learn how to be a great warrior. Now, pay attention. The dragon is observing us for the enemy, so I have been very careful to let her see exactly where my forces are going. Tusskiqu is taking a force of four thousand to intercept their left column of war machines. Can you see their smoke?”

He pointed and the girl could make out about a dozen columns of black smoke rising above the trees in the distance.

“Slechtiss is taking a thousand riflemen and three thousand warriors to intercept the other war machines. Of course, that leaves our headquarters here completely unprotected.”

“But you have more than eight thousand warriors, Great King,” Terra pointed out.

“Yes indeed. But you see, the dragon has told their general, my old friend Tokkenttot, that I have left the bulk of my forces in Yessonarah to defend against their fearsome human machines.”

“Why would she think that?”

“It probably has something to do with the thirty thousand females painted like warriors who are even now patrolling the walls.”

“As I just pointed out, Great King,” said Terra. “Dragons are very smart. In addition, they are famed for their eyesight. They can see things that would be invisible to anyone else. They can see in complete darkness. They can see the difference in temperatures. How is this dragon going to be fooled?”

“You are only about six years old, so I am going to forgive your ignorance.”

“I am fifteen.”

“I still forgive you,” said the king. “You and Child of the Sunrise are the two smartest humans I have ever met. Perhaps you are remarkable specimens, or perhaps I have had very bad luck in the soft-skins that I have happened upon. But you are very young and sometimes intelligence does not substitute for experience. The dragon may very well notice something different among the warriors on our walls, but will she know why that difference is important? I don’t think so, and neither does Yessonar. Oh yes, little one. Do not forget that we have our own dragon.

“So where are the rest of our warriors?” whispered Terra. “I mean the real ones.”

“Ah, here is the next lesson. A great warrior plans where his battle will take place. That is how I killed so many of your people.” He paused to look for her reaction. She just shrugged. “We have carefully arranged for the war machines to ride over a series of underground caves that run in a long chain from just south of here to the west. I’ve had 20,000 males working the last 72 hours straight to weaken some of the stone supporting the cave ceilings. When the machines go over them, a few, relatively small charges will drop them down into the earth, along with all the warriors on foot that travel with them.”

“And when is this going to happen?” asked Terra.

Hsrandtuss pulled a gold pocket watch from a small pouch on his belt. Flipping open the cover, he examined it. “Assuming Tokkenttot is as foolish as I expect him to be, our counter attack will occur when the little hand is on the two stacked stones and the large hand is on the claw.”

“Eight-fifteen,” translated Terra. “In about thirty minutes.”

“Yes,” said Hsrandtuss, pulling her from his shoulder and dropping her onto a folding chair. He sat down on an identical one, and waved his hand. “Just enough time for breakfast.”

A male brought a plate full of kippers and sat it in the girl’s lap.

“Your favorite,” said the king, as another male gave him two large raw eggs and a small cooked bird. “Eat up. The battlefield usually makes one vomit their first time and it is better to have something on your stomach.”

“But we’re miles from…” Terra’s voice drifted off.

“Now you see the hole in the plan,” said Hsrandtuss, breaking an egg into his mouth.

“Um, you said we were unprotected here at the headquarters—completely unprotected. Surely that means that Tokkenttot will send a force here to attack us. It will be his best chance to kill you.”

“Yes, he will want to make sure he kills me. He really doesn’t like me. I expect him to send between two and four thousand warriors.”

“But why? Why did you make it seem we were unprotected… or wait. Are we really unprotected?”

“Well, as for why,” said the king. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“No.”

“We want to be part of the battle! We want to feel the glory of victory! We can’t let Tusskiqu and Slechtiss have all the fun. Can we? Maybe… maybe Tokkenttot will have enough tail to lead the attack himself? What do you think?”

“I’m sure I don’t know,” said Terra, so off balance that she spilled all her kippers onto the dirty ground.

“Imagine it,” said Hsrandtuss, standing up. “There we are! At the top of the hill is Hsrandtuss the king, sword in hand! Next to him is Stands Up Tall With a King, her thunder weapon in one hand and her tiny but bloodied sword in the other! All alone…”

Several of the nearby males gurgled.

“All alone, but for a few sturdy warriors whose names will go down in history, they face off against one or two or ten thousand warriors of Xecheon, and Yessonar be willing, a dragon!” The great king took a deep breath. “A dragon! You could not find a better death if you searched a thousand years. I have never seen a better opportunity for my death than this. It’s not a bad death for you either, Kaetarrnaya. Your father had a fine death—as you yourself said, a good exchange, but this would be much superior. The humans can sing songs about your death—the bravest young female since… since that one that you humans admire so much.”

“Kafira.”

“Yes, that’s the one. Your death will be infinitely superior to hers.”

A Plague of Wizards – Chapter 13 Excerpt

A Plague of Wizards“I didn’t realize you were leaving, Wizard Coote.”

The wizard turned around to find Police Chief Saba Colbshallow standing very close. Unconsciously, his hand reached up, even as the incantation for an amnesia spell came to his lips. Then he noticed Saba’s hand in his pocket, the shape indicating that a pistol probably accompanied the hand.

“I… I was hoping to leave unnoticed.”

“Why? You haven’t done anything that should concern me, have you?”

“Of course not.” His eyes were suddenly moist. “It’s just time to go.”

“I thought you were going to help us with our wizard problem.”

“Don’t you know? Can’t you see?” Coote’s voice cracked. “You don’t have a wizard problem.”

Saba frowned. “We shot one. Arrested a couple more. That seems to have put a damper of public disturbances,” he allowed. “Of course we’ve got a few in jail. Still, there are quite enough to keep my men on their toes.”

“Fools! They’re fools!” Coote grabbed the police chief by the lapels even as he broke into a fit of sobbing. “They don’t have enough art in them to feel what’s coming! It’s coming! It’s coming and none of us are going to survive!”

Saba grabbed the wizard by the wrists and pulled him around the corner of the ticket booth.

“Go on about your business,” he barked to the few other passengers turned audience members. Around the corner of the building, with nobody in sight, he looked deep into Coote’s eyes. “What they hell are you on about? What’s coming?”

“The Drache!”

“The dragon? It ate one wizard, and nobody’s seen it since.”

“Not the dragon.” His voice became a whisper. “It’s mother.”

“What they hell are you talking about? That dragon was raised from an egg by…”

The wizard squeaked.

“Senta!”

Coote began shaking. Saba kicked open a side door of the office, throwing the man inside and then following him. A middle-aged man in a railroad uniform was sitting in the only chair, sipping a cup of tea. Saba pulled out his pistol.

“Get out!”

The man dropped his teacup, which shattered on the floor, and ran out. Saba shoved Coote into the recently vacated chair.

“Senta’s not dead?”

“No,” cried Coote. “I mean I don’t know if she is or isn’t or was or whatever. But whatever it was… that she was… it was their fault! And now she’s killing them all!”

Saba slapped him across the face, knocking off his hat.

“Listen. Tell me what’s going on and I’ll let you get out of here.”

The wizard nodded.

“Who are they?”

“The Zenith.”

“And what is The Zenith?” asked Saba, through clenched teeth.

“It’s a secret extra-governmental organization of wizards.”

“Another secret magical cabal? Like the Reine Zauberei?”

“No, not like them. The Reine Zauberei were trying to ensure the purity of the master race. The Zenith is, well, mostly just about making sure that Brech interests are secured.”

“Yes, it’s the exact bloody opposite. Are you one of them?”

Senta and the Steel Dragon – Bookends

A Plague of WizardsIn many ways, A Plague of Wizards is a bookend volume for Senta and the Steel Dragon.  In chapter ten, there is a retelling of events in book 1, The Voyage of the Minotaur, from the point of view of a different character.  There is also a great deal about Senta’s cousins, some of whom haven’t been seen since The Voyage of the Minotaur.  However, the book doesn’t tell the final story.  There will be more volumes– probably two.  I think ten novels (plus the novella prequel) make for a complete series.  In any case, the story doesn’t really end until we find out the final resolutions for the second generation Dechantagnes, and of course for Senta and the Steel Dragon.

I’m not going to jump into another book though.  I have two many other partially written manuscripts that I really want to finish– including A Great Deal of Patience and 82 Eridani. Keep an eye out for A Plague of Wizards on Oct. 28th, and remember Kanana: The Jungle Girl comes out Nov. 25th.

A Plague of Wizards – Chapter 11 Excerpt

A Plague of WizardsThe Port Dechantagne Hospital was one of the newest additions to the downtown business district. It was a three-story building of red brick, with white stonework along the corners and the windows, very much in the same style as Police Headquarters. Inside there was very little similarity. The hospital had a large entryway that led to three wings stretching out to either side and to the back. At an oak desk just inside the door was an aged nun who smiled pleasantly as Saba Colbshallow stopped to inquire the location of Maro McCoort.

A young girl in a candy-striped dress was summoned to lead him to room 128 in the east wing. The room was typical of the hospital, large and with four beds, two on either side. All four were filled with patients, all but one of whom were unconscious. McCoort was in the bed on the far left. A nurse standing beside him was writing notes on a clipboard.

“How is he?” Saba asked her.

“Oh, Chief Colbshallow.” She stopped writing and fiddled with her hair for a moment before answering. “Mother Auni and the doctors have done all they can for him, but he still hasn’t come to.”

“Do they expect him to?”

The nurse shrugged. “He was frozen… I mean, rock hard. I don’t think anyone has seen that happen to a person… who survived, I mean.”

“I want to be contacted immediately, if he wakes. I intend to see that the person responsible pays.”

“I for one am a little surprised that you’re so vehement,” said a voice behind him.

He turned around to find a young man in a Colonial Guard captain’s dress uniform. With him was a girl, a few years younger, in an expensive green day dress.

“And why exactly would that be, Tiber?”

“Maro was never very generous in his editorials about the police department.” Tiber Stevenson smiled crookedly. “Oh, you remember my sister Mona, don’t you, Chief?”

Saba nodded to the girl and then turned back to her brother.

“All the more reason to be vigilant in the execution of my duties. People need to know that the police department is here to maintain law and order for everyone, no matter what may or may not have been said in the past.”

“Very judicious of you.”

“You’re looking very sharp,” observed Saba. “Not dressed up just for a hospital visit, are you?”

“No. We’re on our way to the wedding.”

“Oh, Sam Croffut’s. I had forgotten that it was today. I had to send my regrets, what with all that’s going on.”

“I’m standing up for Sam,” said Tiber, “as well as acting as Mona’s escort. Her fiancé is in Mallontah on business. She’s engaged to Fitzroy Norich, you know.”

“I hope you’ll be very happy,” Saba told her. “Do you suppose your older brother will ever find a young woman?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” said Tiber.

“He means you’ll find out when he’s disinherited,” said Mona.

“Really! Prepared to give up everything for true love? I would never have thought you had it in you, Stephenson. You’ve grown three-fold in my esteem.”

“That and a pfennig will buy me a cup of coffee,” said Tiber. “Now if you’ll excuse us, Chief, I would like to spend a few minutes with my sick friend.”

Saba nodded and left the two young people beside Maro McCoort’s bed.

A Plague of Wizards – Chapter 10 Excerpt

A Plague of WizardsMaro and Sherree McCoort sat across from one another at a cozy table in Bonne Nourriture. A lizzie waiter arrived with open bottle of wine and poured a sample for the gentleman. He took a sip and nodded. The lizzie filled both of their glasses and stepped away.

“This is a lovely treat,” said Sherree. “I didn’t think we would be able to go out as often, since our livelihood in the form of the publishing house and newspaper is gone.”

“That’s all being taken care of,” said Maro, waving his hand dismissively. “The colony can’t do without a newspaper. The banks have to give us the loans we need to get going again. Until then, we’ve got your family’s money.”

His wife frowned, but didn’t say anything else on the subject.

The human waiter, a rather oily-looking Mirsannan arrived at the table. “And what would monsieur and madam like to start out with?”

“We will have the escargot in garlic butter.”

“Very good, monsieur.”

“Why do we always have to start our meal with escargot?” pouted Sherree, when the waiter had gone. “I would like to try the crepes. Everyone says they’re wonderful.”

“But escargot is the best appetizer they have. It’s three marks fifty more than the crepes, so it has to be better. I’ll tell you what. You pick our main course.”

“All right. I think we should have seared xiphactinus with crabmeat in sherry sauce.”

“Are you sure? The beef is one mark fifty more. It’s probably better.”

“Oh, no! I’m not eating Beef Dechantagne!”

“But they don’t call it that here,” he said. “It’s just boeuf en crute.”

“I don’t care,” she pouted. “Those people are just too full of themselves, without going and naming food after them too.”

The couple ate their dinner of fish with crabmeat and both enjoyed it. For pudding, they had Mirsannan ice cream topped with local pineapple. With a friendly handshake for the maître-de, a clandestine five mark banknote in his palm, Mr. McCoort guided his wife out of the restaurant and down the walkway to where his bright yellow Sawyer and Sons steam carriage waited. Helping her into the passenger seat, he started to step around to the driver’s side.

“Bechnoth uuthanum pestor paj,” said a voice from the darkness.

Bright blue light engulfed Maro McCoort and within seconds, his body was frozen solid. Sherree screamed.

“Shut your yap, girl,” growled a man stepping out of the darkness.

He was tall and thin. Dressed in a suit and bowler hat, he seemed completely unremarkable, unlike the wizards who had been strutting around town. But his black eyes were filled with menace. He climbed up into the seat next to the woman.

“You can get out and take care of your fellow, or you can take a ride with me.”

Sherree jumped out of the car and hurried around to stand by her husband. With a laugh, the man slammed his foot down on the forward accelerator. Then he frowned as the vehicle rolled a few feet. The steam cock had not been set.

“Premba uuthanum tachthna,” he growled, placing his hand on the dash. The vehicle lurched forward and raced away into the darkness.