Showing results for "Spellbound" in Action & Adventure

Minalan gave up a promising career as a professional warmage to live the quiet life of a village spellmonger in the remote mountain valley of Boval. It was a peaceful, beautiful little fief, far from the dangerous feudal petty squabbles of the Five Duchies, on the world of Callidore. There were cows. Lots of cows. And cheese. For six months things went well: He found a quaint little shop, he befriended the local lord, the village folk loved him, he found a sharp young apprentice to help out, and, best yet, he met a comely young widow with the prettiest eyes.

While Sherlock is still officially dead, John and Mary Watson and Nan Killian and Sarah Lyon-White are taking up some of his caseload - and some for Lord Alderscroft, the Wizard of London. Lord Alderscroft asks them to go to Dartmoor to track down a rumor of evil magic brewing there. Not more than four hours later, a poor cottager, also from Dartmoor, arrives seeking their help. His wife, in a fit of rage over the children spilling and spoiling their only food for dinner that night, sent them out on the moors to forage for something to eat. This time they did not come back.

As a professional thief, Esme Bellerose's daylong job interview was going well: She'd come through most of it with only a black eye, bloody lip, broken wrist, a few cracked ribs, and talon marks from a ruby-throated dragon - but at least she wasn't missing any pieces. And if she could only survive until the five o'clock hour, she'd land the job that was every mystic thief's dream: employment at SPL Inc. But the head of SPL, Elric Ostergaard, has other plans, and he's put one additional task on Esme's job application, which must be completed before he'll hire her.

Als ich meinen Job als Barkeeperin in einer magischen Gilde antrat, wusste ich überhaupt nichts über Magie. Inzwischen bin ich praktisch Expertin für die verschiedenen Magieklassen, doch da ist eine, über die niemand spricht: Dämonica. Wie sich herausstellt, gibt es dafür einen guten Grund. Meine eigene Gilde ist absolut dämonenfrei, doch jetzt läuft ein Dämon frei herum. Sogar knallharte Kampfmagier sind ihm hoffnungslos unterlegen. Und das ist noch nicht alles: das Monster, das sie verfolgen, versteckt sich nicht. Es flieht nicht. Es tötet nicht wahllos. Der Dämon ist selbst auf der Jagd.

Vor drei Monaten habe ich einen Job als Barkeeperin angenommen. Aber nicht in einer normalen Bar – in einer magischen Gilde. Ich bin kein mächtiger Magier wie meine drei heißen besten Freunde. Keine Zauberin, keine Alchemistin, nicht einmal eine Hexe. Nur ein Mensch, der Drinks mixt wie ein Profi und ansonsten seine nichtmagische Nase aus Mythiker-Angelegenheiten raushält. Ich kenne meine Grenzen. Warum stehe ich also gerade in einem Schwarzmagiekreis einem Feenlord gegenüber? Hinter mir kämpfen meine drei Freunde um ihr Leben.

I thought I was a good judge of character, but recent events proved me very wrong. Now, in a brilliant demonstration of my newfound caution, I'm putting all my faith in a demon - a demon who's tried to kill me before. The squirmy feeling is making sense, right? Unfortunately, I don't have any other options. Ezra's time is almost up, which means I need answers and I need them fast. So it's time to toughen up, pack my gear, and find me one of the most illegal, reviled, and scarce mythics out there: a demon-mage summoner.