| CHAPTER ONE...continued |
From behind Malkuth and his saliva-spewing, venom-spraying Scolits, Tolar watched as laser
beams darted through the trees and the fog. The lasers hit and burned holes through the
Scolits. Tolar turned to see where this surprise onslaught came from.
Malkuth jerked hard on the reins and wheeled his horse towards the disturbance. One of the
wounded warriors shouted with enthusiasm, “It’s Eseph! He’s made it! It’s Eseph!”
From the fog, another shadowy figure emerged astride a white stallion. As the fog swirled
around the image...
* * *
A football came barreling through the air and knocked a book from sweaty, clenched hands.
The book fell title-side up. The Sorcerer’s Shadow rested at the foot of Bryan Collins, a
fantasy novel buff. Bryan’s caramel brown hair complemented his athletic build. A typical
sixteen year old, Bryan was angry eighty percent of the day for reasons he couldn’t even
understand.
His escape from his overwhelming emotions was the world of The Sorcerer’s Shadow. To
Bryan, the series represented an escape to a fantasy world whenever reality threatened to
overpower him.
Frustrated at being hit by the football, Bryan looked up and shouted, “What the...”
His little brother, Will, a thirteen-year-old clone of him, and Will’s best friend Jimmy Foster ran
toward him. Will always looked up to his older brother but clearly had a personality of his
own. With their caramel brown hair and athletic builds it was obvious the boys were brothers.
Irritated, Bryan jumped up.
“What in the heck are you two doing? Can’t you see I’m reading here?”
Will and Jimmy stopped in front of him, out of breath. Will picked up the book from the ground
and said, “Sorry Bri, wanna play catch?”
Bryan said, “Catch? Can’t you see I’m reading?”
“Not anymore,” Will said with a grin. “Come on, Bryan, we wanna work on some plays. You’
ve been reading that thing all day.”
Bryan picked up The Sorcerer’s Shadow novel and glared at his brother. “Leave me alone.”
He walked away.
“That stinks,” Jimmy said as he tossed the football in the air. “Wanna get something to eat
instead?”
“What? No. Hey Bryan, come on,” Will said as he chased after his big brother. “Come on
Bryan. Just play for a little bit.”
beams darted through the trees and the fog. The lasers hit and burned holes through the
Scolits. Tolar turned to see where this surprise onslaught came from.
Malkuth jerked hard on the reins and wheeled his horse towards the disturbance. One of the
wounded warriors shouted with enthusiasm, “It’s Eseph! He’s made it! It’s Eseph!”
From the fog, another shadowy figure emerged astride a white stallion. As the fog swirled
around the image...
* * *
A football came barreling through the air and knocked a book from sweaty, clenched hands.
The book fell title-side up. The Sorcerer’s Shadow rested at the foot of Bryan Collins, a
fantasy novel buff. Bryan’s caramel brown hair complemented his athletic build. A typical
sixteen year old, Bryan was angry eighty percent of the day for reasons he couldn’t even
understand.
His escape from his overwhelming emotions was the world of The Sorcerer’s Shadow. To
Bryan, the series represented an escape to a fantasy world whenever reality threatened to
overpower him.
Frustrated at being hit by the football, Bryan looked up and shouted, “What the...”
His little brother, Will, a thirteen-year-old clone of him, and Will’s best friend Jimmy Foster ran
toward him. Will always looked up to his older brother but clearly had a personality of his
own. With their caramel brown hair and athletic builds it was obvious the boys were brothers.
Irritated, Bryan jumped up.
“What in the heck are you two doing? Can’t you see I’m reading here?”
Will and Jimmy stopped in front of him, out of breath. Will picked up the book from the ground
and said, “Sorry Bri, wanna play catch?”
Bryan said, “Catch? Can’t you see I’m reading?”
“Not anymore,” Will said with a grin. “Come on, Bryan, we wanna work on some plays. You’
ve been reading that thing all day.”
Bryan picked up The Sorcerer’s Shadow novel and glared at his brother. “Leave me alone.”
He walked away.
“That stinks,” Jimmy said as he tossed the football in the air. “Wanna get something to eat
instead?”
“What? No. Hey Bryan, come on,” Will said as he chased after his big brother. “Come on
Bryan. Just play for a little bit.”
Rainbow's Shadow
and the tablets of fate
and the tablets of fate
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