May 17, 2009

Chapter 6

Filed under: Uncategorized — uninvoked @ 3:01 pm

Chapter 5.5 <—- * —> Chapter 6.5


<<Bernard’s Perspective>>

“The first thing every traveling mage should know is when not to use magic. Never cast a spell in Eberhard, unless you wish to commit suicide or you like watching very big explosions.” – Overheard in a school of magic

There was nothing useful for him in the Shadowfy inn. Amy had disappeared, leaving him with the fear that she wouldn’t show up again. It was alarming, terrifying even, but if it was not meant to be it wasn’t. He would just have to find a different way to keep the Duke alive, for the good of the indelfy, for the good of the world.

He ordered his gelding to be brought around, and collected the instruments he would need for his experiment. Coins for barter, his book regarding the secret ways of the indelfy, and a small slip of paper carefully folded around an uninvoked ward stone. He willed himself not to touch the magic as he carefully transferred it. He had everything, except for the gold fob Amy had admired so much, which seemed to have gone missing. Had she stolen it? He didn’t remember her being much of a thief. She was all that was good in the indelfy, a perfect representation of why he wanted them for more formidable tasks.

An indelfy could go where it was dangerous for the indel. They had more power in some ways due to their sheer lack of magic. After all, what could an Invoker do to them, they who could not have spells cast on them? Lokeli had taken almost all the indelfy, for there non-magical people were valued. Eberhard would whither away to nothing if they continued to leave Eberhard in pure, magical sterility.

He shouldered his bag with a sigh, and put the ideas from his mind. There were too many things to be done, and in the end Eberhard would remember him as a traitor. He had already thought through every possible action to save himself, and there was none. For him there was no hope, but for Eberhard and for Amy there was a sliver of it, if only he did everything right.

The creaking wood gave way to hard stone and silent snow as he pushed his way out the door where his gelding waited. Flecks of snow already rested on the animal’s rump, and he guessed from the red nosed ‘fy standing in a trampled circle near the beast he’d been waiting some time. He slipped the man a quarter piece of silver, and watched him light up with joy.

He took the reins and mounted the horse, grunting as the hairy animal began to walk off. One of these days he would hire a proper indel to carry him places rather than deal with the quirks of a reluctant animal, providing he wasn’t outlawed from the magic lands, of course.

He directed the horse down the street, out to the very edges of the city limit. It was slow progress, with the horse pausing either to pick at the grass near the road side, ignoring Bernard’s futile attempts to get his head up, or Bernard asking the horse to pause because his legs could no longer handle the effort it took to keep from bouncing in the saddle.
He stopped his horse when it gave a theatrical snort and plunged to one side, capering this way and that to avoid what looked like barely living coals. There was a faint, musky odor, like from the bomb Amy had dropped when he’d told her of his indel follower. He had no doubts it would get stronger, and eventually be too strong for an animal nose.

He dismounted and tied his horse to the branches of a tree, hoping it would still be there when he got back. The horse paid him no mind, and began to occupy itself by vigorously scratching itself on the tree it was attached to.
Bernard stepped through the ring of trees marking the entrance to the indelfy sanctuary, and paused when the crisp whiteness of the snow gave way to barren, rocky ground. Smoke curled from the ground, coming from underneath the rocks, as if hot coals lay just beneath the surface. He bent over and felt the heat coming from the ground, and understood. The embers were a barbaric, but effective barrier against the indel—fire. A wolf arriving with shoes tied around its neck would most likely be shot on sight. It was pure indelfy ingenuity, yet another example why Eberhard needed them.

He made his way gingerly across the stretch of ash and rock, all the way to the cavern in the rock blocked by a solid wooden door. He eyed the surface for an area unlikely to give him splinters, and knocked.
Nothing happened at first, and then the door was pushed into the rock, and a well-dressed man in shiny silver armor sized him up, a crossbow comfortably spaced between them. Bernard recoiled, and flushed when the man gave a polite smile.

“I—I thought you might be interested in a proposition?” Bernard asked, sweat beginning to prickle the back of the neck. If he was wrong, his trip might be shorter than he thought.

The lethal weapon never wavered from its cross-section with his heart. Bernard found himself reaching for the man’s magic, fumbling with aural fingers to grip what didn’t exist. The void where he normally had power just made him appreciate the potential of the indelfy even more.

“Spit it out,” the indelfy snapped.

There was no mercy in the man’s voice, nor any invitation either by tone or gesture to enter the caves behind him. He felt his heart begin to pound, not out of stress or fear, but from the sheer desire to take control of these people. There was something about their raw power, even without magic, that inspired him.

“We need your help,” Bernard confessed, eyeing the peg that kept the crossbows powerful spring from releasing its bolt. “There needs to be some—changes in how the government is run. We can’t do that without you.”
The crossbow eased to a less deadly position, and the man stepped forward to scan the trees around them for potential hazards. “Are you alone?”

He hesitated, and a look of understanding crossed the indelfy’s face. “You probably don’t want to come in and talk then. You tell me what it is you need help with, and I’ll pass it on.”

“I’ve got a plan to temporarily shut down the Stronghold…”

The man’s crossbow came up as if for a shot, then continued up onto his shoulder as the man stepped back into the caves. “Get out of here,” he snapped.

Bernard opened his mouth to protest, but the door had already slid shut.


April 29, 2009

Changes to Schedule

Filed under: Uncategorized — uninvoked @ 9:15 pm

I went in to work today, and found out my services are no longer needed. I knew it would come eventually in this economy, but I really was not looking forward to it. Because of this, I need to spend most or all of my time looking for a job.

Obviously as a short story writer, my novel writing isn’t a little rusty, or else I’d ask a trade of some kind–those who want to continue reading can add something to the tip jar, that sort of deal. Maybe someday eh? In the mean time, here are some of my published short stories for your entertainment:

10 tips for a dirty horse stall

All Keyed Up

The Good Unicorn

Also Dragon Psychology available for purchase at

Thank you for reading this far. I am not giving up on Uninvoked, just saying that it will be updated on a “Whenever I have time” basis.

April 26, 2009

Chapter 5.5

Filed under: Uncategorized — uninvoked @ 5:10 am

Chapter Five

<<Bernard’s Perspective>>

“The main strength of the Western Stronghold is its very secrecy. No one knows much about it, except that any who speak of it openly die.” – Guide to Foreign Countries by Scholar Horse

She coughed at the first breath of smoke, and dove into her workspace for a blanket to put the fire out with. She coughed harder, pain locking her chest. Her heart was racing out of control, far faster than it was meant to go. She held her breath with what control she had over the spasms, and put the fire out before crawling towards the scent of fresh, if frozen, air. The back door to the inn would keep her in the shadows, and it was better than dying wasn’t it? Her fingers brushed a pile of snow as she reached the door, and she paused a moment, considering turning back. Despite the cool air, her senses kicked into overdrive.

There was danger outside her tunnel. Predators were everywhere. She had to escape. It felt so good to be traveling underground. It was always safer to be beneath the surface. One only came out at night to hunt, when most other predators had gone to sleep and only owls and cats remained potential dangers. She paused as she heard something echoing down her tunnel. Odd. That didn’t sound natural.

Gradually it came to her. They were words. She remembered what words were, didn’t she? Frowning, she struggled for focus, and gained back a small measure of comprehension.

“Find out what you can,” a voice shouted, tinny and distant. She listened for several minutes longer, but the voice did not come again.

She collapsed against the snowy ground, relieved to remember who she was again. The frozen air gave her goosebumps, but it was almost a pleasure to lay there and feel the hard bumps on her smooth, bare skin. Schreber hadn’t meant to kill her, she thought as she lay in the snow. He just wanted to tell her he knew her secret. Chills not caused by the snow ran up and down her spine at that thought. If he knew her secret, she would have to help him, no matter what she wanted for herself, and that was not a thought she wanted to contemplate.

No one paid her any attention when she got up the courage to return to Shadow-fy. All she found when she returned to the place of her near-death experience was a pile of ash, and a single gold coin.

April 19, 2009

Chapter 5

Chapter 4.75 <—*—> Chapter 5.5

<<Amy’s Perspective>>

“It is rumored that the Malia, trees that grow only on the border between Lokeli and Eberhard, are actually a rare sort of indel.” – Magic for Beginners by Gabby of the North Rim

Schreber was going to kill her. She was so certain of it, she didn’t even bother to add “try” to that mental statement. There was no hope for her; unless she could figure out some way to appease him before Bernard left.

That was a matter she’d been contemplating since abandoning Bernard’s rooms. It had been foolish to give Bernard the privacy he desired, but he was an Invoker. Even Schreber wouldn’t dare harm him—directly anyway. She would have Rat get him the letter to look at. Then he would see why she had bombed him. She craned her neck for a look out the grungy gray curtains screening off her segment of the main room. Where was Rat anyway?

“Amy! Amy! Guess what!”

She caught a flash of dirty hair and shiny bright eyes before Rat flung himself into her arms. Unprepared for him, she flew over backwards and landed in a heap on her bedroll.

“My back,” she moaned. “Can’t you see I’m in enough pain already?”

Rat only bounced up and down from where he sat on top of her. “We’re rich! I was just talking with Bernard, and—“
Amy sat up hastily and pushed him aside. “You better not have made any kind of deal with him involving me! I’m only glad you’re coming clean about eavesdropping this time. I could have killed you when Molly caught you last.”

Rat hesitated, as if he were about to say something important, and then shrugged. “He’s not that bad. Why don’t you want to help him anyway?”

She stroked the layer of fur he had carelessly allowed to ripple down his leg and thought over her response. Rat would smell a lie if she gave him an incorrect answer, but there were shades of truth to everything.

“There are certain people even I don’t mess with. You’d do well to stay away from him, and Schreber too.” She pressed her lips together. “Schreber was following him. I don’t like that. His indel-infested clan has taken far too much of the information business lately. If he’s got a professional interest in it, we’ll need to find out.”

Rat grinned. “Want me to find him?”

She hesitated, and then shook her head. “I’d like you to hit the Route and see if there are any bards or storytellers in Kaluna right now. Don’t take less than five coppers from anyone. If you’re asked to stand up and talk, make up some mushy love story about us.”

He made a face. “Gross! I’m not telling no love story.”

She crooked an eyebrow at him. “Just think of it as a chance at being paid to humiliate me.”

He thought it over, grinned, and scrambled out of her room, pausing only long enough to glance over his shoulder. “I stole his watch,” he announced to her, and then he was changing into his indel form. She swallowed hard at the sight, fighting a wave of bitterness. Rat made it look so easy, like everyone was meant to have a second form. She curled her fingers over her indelfy tattoo and kneaded the muscles underneath it till they burned.

“Stupid indel,” she muttered to herself. If she had a slick little form like Rat, she’d be able to steal too.

“Terrible luck isn’t it?” a voice behind her said. “If you’d been indel, you could have become one of us. Still, you haven’t done badly for yourself, all things considered.”

Chapter 4.75 <—*—> Chapter 5.5

April 12, 2009

Chapter 4.75

Chapter 4.5 <—–*—–> Chapter 5

<<Amy’s Perspective>>

“To be uninvoked is a terrible, shameful thing. There is talk in the Great City of banning it, but everyone fears the Invokers will disappear if their rights are taken away.” – King’s Herald

His first meeting with Amy had not gone quite as he had planned. Bernard had known right from the start Amy would refuse the job, what he hadn’t counted on was her fleeing before he could hook her with the one thing she couldn’t resist—money. Amy was the sort of girl who would crawl into a set bear trap if enough gold were thrown between its jaws. He certainly hadn’t expected this time to be any different.

The fact that she had fled so fast made him wonder if perhaps she was closer to the assassins than he had thought. Did she have some connection he didn’t know about? It would be disaster if she did. He’d given her the spell that would change Eberhard because she seemed the least likely to die in an unexpected burst of heroics. Had he misjudged her so badly?

He picked the tallow candle up off the dresser and fiddled with it, testing it for magic. He could sense very distantly the life magic of the animal it had been made from, but there was nothing strong enough to be invoked. It was bare, dead, disgusting, just like everything else in the outlands.

He tossed the candle back on the dresser and reached into his bag for one of his own. His candles were made with a thin strip of Maria bark running along side the wick. Magic sparkled in almost visible threads of power, begging to be touched. He ran his hand along the candle lovingly, and called to the magic.

The entire candle quivered as if about to blow up in his hands. He swiftly set it on the window sill, looking down at it thoughtfully. It would be so much easier if he could just invoke Amy’s tattoo here, but too many things could go wrong. He would have to bide his time, and find some other way to coax her into the castle. Money. He would speak to the innkeeper about money.

He started to turn toward the door, and then paused. Were those fingers wrapped around his window sill? They looked pale, as if all the blood had rushed out of them. He wandered over to the window, unlocked it, and grunted with the effort it took to hoist the nasty pane up and out of the way.

“You know, eavesdropping is a crime,” he said to the boy dangling outside.

The boy glared at him, but began struggling to pull himself over the rim. Bernard grabbed hold of one arm, and almost dropped it when he felt the sudden rush of magic. “You’re indel!”

“My name’s Rat,” he puffed out in response, managing to throw a leg over the sill as he spoke. “I work for Amy.”

“You work for Amy?” Bernard repeated, gawking.

Rat dusted himself off, and proffered him a slightly grimey hand. “You’re Bernard. Amy’s told me lots about you.”

Bernard took the hand, reminding himself to keep the handshake firm and not to wipe off the residue left from Rat’s touch right away. Weren’t rats supposed to be clean?

“Some of it good I hope.”

Rat politely didn’t contradict him. “Guess I’ll go find her now. She probably wants me for something.”

Bernard caught the boy before he could sneak through the door, and held him back. “You’re going to do me a favor first.”

“Favors cost money.”

It was tempting to reach into his pocket for a coin, but something told him if he paid the boy he’d lose both respect and money. “You’re going to do me this favor for free, so I don’t tell Amy where I found you. You’re going to do it well because you know I won’t grab some other boy off the street happy to run errands for a silver.”

Rat gave him a measuring look, and stopped attempting to escape. The tense posture didn’t ease, but at least he looked less like he wanted to bite.

“What do you want?”

“You’re going to get a little information for me, and you’re going to get it from Amy.”

Chapter 4.5 <—–*—–> Chapter 5

April 5, 2009

Chapter 4.5

Chapter 4 <—*—> Chapter 4.75

<<Amy’s Perspective>>

“Informants are very good at being almost helpful. You can ask them for anything: the time of day, the history of the spotted unicorn, even how much beer is at the bar, and they will remain almost helpful until you slip them a coin.” – Guide to the Lower Class by Arnold Van Shepherd

She nudged him until he shifted to one side of the bed. “Now, tell me this big secret of yours.”

He stretched out on the bed and rolled till he was facing towards her and away from the furnace pipes. “The Duke is receiving threatening letters. He sent for me after learning of my history here in Kaluna. I’m to reestablish myself on the streets and keep the Duke informed about any news that may be useful.”

Amy glanced around. Molly had given him the largest room in the inn, as befitted an Invoker, but it was his luggage that made it look rich. Even unpacked, the large swathes of embossed leather trim and silver locks spoke of his wealth to any who looked. A gold timepiece tossed carelessly onto the room’s single table sparkled with enough precious stones to keep a would-be thief fed and clothed for a year. She returned her gaze to his face. “You can’t possibly hope to fool someone set up the way you are.”

He shrugged. “I can with your help.”

She resisted the urge to shake her head at the impossibility.  “What do you expect to gain from all this? If the letters annoy his Grace, put a bounty up. There isn’t a thief, informant, or dealer on the street who wouldn’t turn his own mother in for that fancy timepiece of yours.”

He shrugged again. “All I need is for you to get me in. You don’t have to tell me anything I can’t guess. Just keep your ears open. I’ll make it worth your while.”

Bernard reached across her to pull the thick sheet of paper with the Assassin’s Eye into clearer view. “His Grace received this note a few days ago, right after he pledged his troops to an attack on the Stronghold. It disturbed him so much that he called for the best of Kaluna to serve. Of those who came, one of them recommended me as a head for the team combing the streets. In particular, His Grace wants us to find the person who wrote the letter. I figured my best chance of that would be finding you.”

Amy glanced over the ordered sequence of letters, and handed it back to him. “What does it say?”

“Can’t you―” he choked on his words. “Of course not. It’s a notice from the Western Stronghold advising the Duke to back down or risk being overthrown. The Stronghold boasts of their spies right here in the province. It won’t be long before they figure out he’s not changing his mind.”

Amy licked her lips and ran her mind over the possibilities. “Did the letter arrive by courier or did it simply appear?”

Bernard’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know.”

She closed her eyes. If it had arrived by courier, the Duke would have asked questions, Bernard would have learned the answers. The letter had appeared, increasing their fear, which meant the wards had been up. The possible list of suspects narrowed.

She took the sheet of paper without looking at it and smoothed it flat on the bed. There was a hint of wax on the surface of the paper, a preservative to keep it from getting wet. Odd that it would be added in such a dry and dusty climate as the Stronghold. The seal also was wax, or at least the trace left over suggested it. Didn’t the assassins tie their letters with a simple ribbon, daring the messenger to open it? Whoever had written the message had done it somewhere inside the country, she guessed. She met Bernard’s curious gaze.

“How many people have died?” she asked.

He searched her face. “None, yet.”

He didn’t understand. She could see the faraway squint in his eyes, and the small wrinkle over his forehead that only appeared when he was working on a puzzle. He was trying to figure the reasons behind her questions, and above all, she couldn’t let him do that. Bernard had always had a penchant for getting into trouble, but this time he’d gone too far. She took a deep breath to ease the knot in her stomach.

“I can’t help you.” Despite the relative ease they had shared, she couldn’t quite look him in the eye.

He stared at her. “Why not?”

“Telling you that would be helping you. You’re not one of us anymore.” Even that, she feared, would give him a clue.

“You want my advice? Don’t ask for help from anyone. The smart ones won’t help you. The stupid ones will die.”

She let the letter flutter onto his chest and crept out the door, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Chapter 4 <—*—> Chapter 4.75

March 29, 2009

Chapter 4

Chapter 3 <— * —-> Chapter 4.5

<<Amy’s Perspective>>

The man named Schreber did not need Amy’s keen memory to be remembered. He was a warrior, a leader, and the owner of the only indel retreat in Outer Kaluna—the Wolf Trap. Everyone knew that. What most people did not know, and what Amy had been paid to never reveal, was that Schreber had ties to the Western Stronghold. Amy didn’t think he had the power to order someone’s assassination, but there was no sense in taking risks. Dealing with him would be messy.

“Don’t worry too much about it. You may remember Invokers are a rare sight this side of the gates. People hope to see something worth gossiping about—or worth being paid to report.”

Bernard’s eyes narrowed, and he mouthed her words as if trying to devise some secret from them. She waited, praying he wouldn’t slip anything important in the next few moments.

“It’s about the Duke—“

Amy didn’t give him a chance to say another word. She clapped a hand over his mouth once again, and yanked him back till he was laying on the bed. “Cover your head with the pillow and keep your nose pressed into the sheets. Do not move until I tell you,” she whispered.

Schreber would give her hell later, but if she got something worthy of his attention it would probably come out alright. If not, there were places she could hide until things cooled down. She waited until Bernard’s head was completely covered by the pillow, and then reached deep into her shirt for what she kept hidden there.

The soft leather pouch she withdrew contained eighty or so sectioned rabbit intestines, their ends tightly sealed to prevent what was inside from leaking out. Not the wisest thing for an Invoker to see (or smell) herself carrying, but under the circumstances she had no problems using it.

She pulled a needle from where it had been thrust through the leather, and pierced the membrane with it, carefully spraying the floor near the door and the window sill with pungent fluid.

An outraged snarl came from outside the door, and Amy caught the soft sound of padded cat paws running as fast as could be managed. Schreber had been listening after all. No doubt he’d be back in human form, his nose dulled to the scent, and listen in once more. After he stopped wretching, and if he could find clothing so it wasn’t obvious to everyone he was snooping. They had a little time, now all she had to do was make sure Bernard didn’t know what she’d done.

She replaced the pouch around her neck, and reached for her belt loop, where the only other object she carried at all times rested. Another pouch, this one containing several mishappen glass tubes. She selected one, tried not to think of how much it cost, and dashed it against the floor as hard as she could.

The smell of lavender flooded from the container, almost strong enough to make her gag, but it covered the smell of the repellant. Whatever Bernard had it in mind to say, it better be good.

“Alright,” she said, lifting the pillow from his head. “You can tell me now.”

He sat up, coughed, and grabbed for his handkerchief. “What’s that stench?”

“I dropped a bottle of perfume.  The Duke.”

He stretched out on the bed and rolled till he was facing towards her and away from the furnace pipes. “The Duke is receiving threatening letters. He sent me to reestablish myself on the streets and keep the Duke informed about any news that may be useful.”


Discussion time. ^^ What do you think is going to happen next?

Chapter 3 <— * —-> Chapter 4.5

March 22, 2009

Chapter 3

Chapter 2.5 <— * —> Chapter 4

<<Amy’s Perspective>>

Bernard kept quiet as they walked towards her room, strolling like a couple of lovers reunited after a long separation. It was a beautiful lie, and the only one she could think of to distract the gamblers at Shadowfy’s card table from the urgency Bernard had expressed. She congratulated herself on her ingenuity, opened the door to her room, and waited till they were both inside before letting her real opinion show.

“While I appreciate your attempt at secrecy Invoker, no one ever comes to this side of the gate unless they have a very big problem. Every informant in Outer-Kaluna is going to be after you now, trying to find out just what that problem is.”

The object of her displeasure perched on the edge of his bed and stared at her as if she had grown a second head. He opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, and then laughed. “You don’t change do you?”

He could laugh, she fumed. He had nothing to lose. She flopped down in a chair across from him and glared. “Not when it comes down to making money. I’m very firm about my position on money. If it’s not coming in, it’s going out, and out is not as good as in.”

He shook his head. “You really don’t change. As it happens, that’s what I wanted to talk with you about. There’s a job working for the Duke available that might put a few coins in your pocket, if you’re interested.”

That would mean getting a work pass, paying for travel, and getting sneered at by people who considered themselves better than her. Still, it might be worth while. “What sort of job?” she asked.

Bernard put a finger to his lips. “An investigation. I can’t tell you more than that. I’ve been followed since I reached the gates.”

He spoke in a stage whisper, and when she could see he planned to go on in the same loud whisper, she leaned over and clapped a hand over his mouth.

“Do you know by who?” she breathed into his ear, so soft she almost couldn’t hear it herself. Or what, she added to herself.

He shook his head, and lifted one hand long enough to run his thumb along the lines of the tattoo on his cheek. Three slashes dotted by a predator’s eye. Bernard had gotten that tattoo to cover the marks left by an indel. Which kind was it? Her mind flashed over the various shape-shifters she’d seen, and then shuddered as she found a match. It had to be Schreber.

Chapter 2.5 <— * —> Chapter 4

Revised 6/21/09

March 15, 2009

Chapter 2.5

Chapter Two <— * —> Chapter Three

<<Amy’s Perspective>>

uninvoked1The world and all it promised sank away the moment she saw him.

He looked well. Good living had rounded out his stomach, and added weight to an already imposing figure. It went well with the gold hoops that glimmered at his ears, and the colored tattoos decorating the right half of his face. Good living, good eating, everything that she could not and would never have thanks to him.

“Invoker,” she whispered. The word made her tongue hurt, as if the sour taste of defeat was still there. It was said Invokers couldn’t choose who had magic. It was said either you had magic, or you didn’t, but Amy knew otherwise. She knew with all her heart that if Bernard had looked hard enough, magic would have been there. It was in her dreams. It had to be real.

“My good friend,” he replied.

He wanted something, and the fact that he would probably get it just made her feel worse. She glanced around the inn looking at the curious faces surrounding her. Many, many people who would be asking her later just how close she was to the second greatest man in Kaluna. Even if he left now his presence had damaged her, but didn’t it always?

Bernard seemed to take her silence as an invitation to pour  out his woes. “Amy, I need to speak with you privately. Would you mind stepping into my room for a moment?”

Of course she did. Stepping into his room meant stepping back into his life. But if she didn’t go willingly she’d be dragged in kicking and screaming. There was no sense, however, in letting him have his way without a price.

“Of course,” she stepped forward, and then turned back as if on a second thought. “Molly? I believe the Invoker would like to pay for a round of—“ Don’t say ale, she demanded of herself. What was the most expensive thing Molly had? “—Gray Demons. Its only fair to celebrate old friends isn’t it?

Bernard’s color was a satisfying match to the drinks, and so was Molly’s. She eyed the Invoker, and then Amy too. “Last time a brew of Grey Demon was successfully imported into Eberhard the Tree-Eaters still owned the unicorn forest. You’re asking him to pay for an entire bottle.”

Not really, she thought to herself. She was asking him to pay for every second of life she had to spend on the outskirts of life. Every moment serving someone who was made better by the touch of an Invoker’s hand. Every moment in hell brought to her by Bernard himself.

She leaned back against the counter and watched as Bernard drew his heavy purse and counted out coins.

“I’m worth it.”

No one would ever tell her different.

Chapter Two <— * —> Chapter Three

Added 6/21/09

March 8, 2009

Chapter 2

Chapter One <—-* —-> Chapter 2.5

<<Amy’s Perspective>>


“It is a very blessed indel indeed able to take the form of the Eberhard Boar. When a child is found to have this magic, celebrations are made everywhere in Eberhard, and the child is taken directly to the castle for training as a knight of Eberhard.”

Amy Quintessa did not have quite the same outlook on life as the other indelfy. Where her friends saw endless poverty and no way out, she saw opportunity. When they muttered about the treasures locked away behind Inner-Kaluna’s great bronze gates, she pointed out that same barrier kept the indel from imposing on them.

It was just that attitude that made her succesful at her business, and the first person people turned to when they needed help. She might never be rich, even by indelfy standards, but if things kept up she’d have a very nice retirement in her future. All she needed to do was keep her head up, stay friendly, and retain a golden track record.


The accusatory voice of the bartender cut through all conversation in the shadowfy inn, and caused more than a few people to glance her way. The bartender seldom said anything to her unless it would cause her trouble, one way or another.

“There’s a man in your rooms. He says he knows you. Were you expecting someone?”

Color flared in her cheeks as she caught the speculative glances sent her way by the farmers crowding the main table. Stupid of her to not check her room first. Who needed her advice so badly? They were getting charged double, no matter what it was they wanted.

“Not anyone in particular, did he give you a name?”

She rather hoped the man hadn’t. The last thing she needed was for Melissa to have had time to invent her own gossip.

Melissa leaned back until her spine cracked and set the thick glass mug she’d been cleaning down with a thump. “No name, but you could see clear enough he came from the other side of the gate. He’s got tattoos all over his face and not one of them proper for an indel. Do you suppose he’s foreign?”

“What sort of tattoos?” she asked, eying the crystal glass Melissa was pulling from the top shelf with care. Melissa must have really meant what she said by the man being from Inner-Kaluna. Crystal glassware wasn’t even used for the indel who made their living along side the ‘fy.

“Go see for yourself,” Melissa snapped, pouring a dark amber liquid into the glass, “you can take this with you. He wants to stay here at the inn for a while, so you’ll be moving your stuff into the basement till he’s gone.”

Amy eyed the glass, and decided a half copper or two was indeed worth playing waitress to her landlord. “Do you at least know how long he’s planning on invading my personal space?”

“Not long,” an oddly familiar voice said from the top of the stairs. “Unless you make things difficult.”

She closed her eyes for a moment and prayed to every star in the sky it was not who it sounded like. When she at last opened them and turned around, disappointment flooded through her veins.

It was Bernard. The invoker who had marked her magicless.

Chapter One <—-* —-> Chapter 2.5

Updated 6/21/09

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