I’d hoped to get an accompanying short story out exploring the creatures of this world, but it’ll be just a bit longer before Wish Fulfillment is ready to share.
I do, however, have a series blurb to whet your appetite:
Every warning tale your granny told was true.
Monsters. Myths. Magic.
In 2034, the Emerged awoke, rudely torn from legend and lore.
Now a hidden war rages in the shadows. It’ll take understanding the world of the Emerged to protect humanity…before humans become myths to the monsters.
Psst! I’ve got a new short story out, in the Wisurg Magical Academy universe. Check out the link and cover art after this week’s prompt!
“Don’t forget your hard hat.” Tracy proffered the white plastic with one green-blue tentacle.
James blinked, surprised out of deep thought prompted by the latest meeting with the big boss. “When did construction start?”
“When you promised an entire horde of dragons sanctuary,” she replied. “There’s a new generation now, and a distinct lack of deer isn’t the only result. They’re like flying squirrels.”
He set his tablet down and took a deliberate sip of black coffee. “What?”
“You hear that thumping?” Her gaze was icily polite. “As dragonets develop, there comes a time when they think they can fly, but haven’t quite mastered the skill yet.”
He gulped. “And my next meeting is in the building across the parking lot.”
“Which I scheduled with my magic admin powers.” She tipped the helmet in his direction again. “They messed up my hair. So did the helmet.”
He took the offering and snagged the rest of his gear, then backed away quickly. “I’d, um, best get going.”
Before anything else can go wrong, he added silently.
“Bring back lunch for the office,” she called sweetly.
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This week’s inspiration was from AC Young, about dragonets. I tossed a spell for speechlessness over to Padre. Check more out, over at MOTE!
