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In a world where one’s magical prowess is determined by one’s skill with words and ability to spell, Nicodemus is a wizardly apprentice afflicted by a curse that causes him to misspell magical texts. Now, the demon who cursed him has hatched a conspiracy to force Nicodemus to change language and ultimately use it to destroy all human life. As Nico tries to thwart the demon’s plan, he faces challenges from all sides. But his biggest challenge is his own disability, which causes him to create chaos wherever he goes. And the chaos surrounding Nico is affecting the world so profoundly that the kingdom to which he has fled to gather strength is on the brink of civil war, and he suspects that his closest allies—even Francesca, whom he loves more than life itself—may be subject to the demon’s vast powers. As Nico tries to forestall the apocalypse, he realizes that he doesn’t know if he can fully trust anyone, not even the woman he loves. And if he makes one wrong move, not only will his life be forfeit, he may end up destroying all mortal life as well.
Introducing new twists to the unique magical system of Spellwright, and exploring issues that will bring readers a deeper appreciation of a fascinating world, Spellbound is sure to please Blake Charlton's fans and increase their number.
at a distance, Francesca recognized the spellwright and felt her throat tighten. “Creator,” she whispered, “God-of-gods, your ability to punish me for my failures is proving more awesome every passing moment. Must it be him of all people?” Beside her, Deirdre looked more composed. Her arms had stopped shaking. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, “Ahoy to the air warden! We are in crisis!” A booming laugh replied. “I can see that. How’d you jump without a hierophant?” “Warden, I
and rolled over. He could hear her breath quaver. Then, blessedly, she walked out and closed the door. He lay there and tried to think about anything but her. LURRIKARA ISLAND ROSE sharply from the sea. At some primordial time, the island’s cliffs might have been dark gray, but millennia and millions of seagulls had painted them white with a paste of their droppings and feathers. The hierophants were flying the Queen’s Lance low as they approached the island. Nicodemus could now see the
with a slight frown, looked at her hand, which she had unknowingly raised as if to touch his head. She lowered her hand. “The infermary is that way.” He pointed and then set off. The streets were still wet from the rain. The ground gave under Francesca’s boots. They seemed to be at the town’s edge, and few people were about. The lycanthrope scare had sent everyone indoors. As they neared the town’s center, she spotted a few souls darting from building to building. “Why did the Walker go after
the oath?” Instantly he replied, “Yes!” No sooner had he cast this text than Francesca kicked with her hind legs, cracking terracotta tiles and launching herself forward. Wings outstretched and roaring thunderously, she crashed into Typhon. CHAPTER Fifty-one The Queen’s Lance had covered half the distance to the line of battle when a crewman shouted. Izem looked back. “Our target went down into the savanna. But the Pike lost an aft sail. They’re ditching her in the lake.” Cyrus glanced
claws. He squirmed free and scampered up the mountain of broken redwood. She chased but could not fill her lungs with enough air. Her mind swam with a hunger for air. The Savanna Walker spun around and slashed at her with a foreclaw, connecting with her neck and tearing lines of pain down to her shoulder. Head spinning, she fell into a bank of ferns. As if from a far distance, she watched the Savanna Walker take flight. She gasped again, sucking so much air into her draconic maw that it