Two kinds of people inhabit my world: those with loads of magic and those with little or none. The Haves—usually warlords and their henchmen—use their arcane abilities to keep the Have Nots firmly squashed beneath their enchanted thumbs.
Unfortunately, I fall into the second category.
The only thing worse in this lawless and brutal world than being magically stunted?
Being a woman.
On my own since age eleven, I stayed alive by posing as a boy, stealing to keep my belly full, and never lingering in one place for long. Lonely? Sure, but it kept me safe for eight long years. Until I picked the wrong gang to filch a loaf of bread from.
If not for the magically skilled warriors who happened by, the blunder surely would have been fatal. The last place I wanted to be was in the hands of a warlord, but I wasn't given much of a choice. After rescuing me, they whisked me off to their encampment.
I fully intended to get the hell out at the first opportunity. And I would have, too, if everyone hadn’t been so damned nice. Or not dangled an offer to teach me how to use the powerful magic I didn’t know I had. Guess I'll just have to see if I'm as much of a magical badass as they think...
Magic Unfurled, Book One of the Interdimensional Magic Series, is a witty and action-packed tale set in the parallel dimension of Dekankara, first introduced in M.L. Ryan’s award-winning Coursodon Dimension series.
Newly published in December of 2020. Book 1 of an expected three book series.
It seemed likely, given my inability to run or see clearly, that I was going to die. Probably after being violated in ways I didn’t know were physically possible. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I focused on the handles of their weapons and willed them to ignite. Much to my surprise, the swords fell from their grips. They weren’t aflame, but had I managed to make them unbearably hot? That explanation didn’t explain why both men dropped silently to their knees, however. Or the bolt jutting out of the freeloader’s neck.
I stumbled toward them, both now sprawled face down in the dirt. A few inches of shaft protruded from the center of One’s back, the arrow having been forced through as he fell forward. Confusion rattled through my already fuzzy brain. My magic was unpredictable at best, and while I was somewhat confident that I affected their weapons in some way, conjuring deadly projectiles was something altogether different. Did I do that?
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Already translated.
Translated by Jorge Ledezma
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Author review: Excellent translation! |
