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her fatigue. She understood clearly that the wizard was bringing her to a different world tomorrow. And she remembered what her mother had told her, that she was imprisoned in the Gray Fortress on OtherWorld. Perfect, she smiled to herself. The wizard was taking her exactly where she most wanted to go.
As Master Chem went upstairs to the guest room he also had plenty to think about during what was left of the night.
By what incredible coincidence had the Bloodgraves attacked the Duncan family? After all, the High Council itself knew nothing about this unrevealed young spellbinder. And how had Tara managed to redirect the deadly ray? Only a wizard of an extremely high level could have countered an attack like that. Even Isabella hadnât been able to.
Also, Tara had been remarkable in resisting his Somnolus spell. True, he hadnât cranked it up very high. He hadnât wanted to knock her out for two weeks, just two hours. Still, she had stood up to him.
Finally, those infernal Bloodgraves wanted the girl. They wanted her so badly they were willing to send two of their own, including the famous Magister, their leader, to kidnap her.
It was all very interesting. Yes, very, very interesting.
CHAPTER 4
M ASS-LESS T RANSIT
T he next morning, Tara thought about the ghostly vision of her mother and the terrible attack as she pulled on the second leg of her jeans. Suddenly, an awful thought struck her, leaving her hopping in place. What if it all had been a dream? She quickly finished dressing and ran downstairs.
To her great relief, she found the old wizard in the kitchen cheerfully chatting with Tachil, Deria, and Mangus over cocoa. So she wasnât nuts after allâspellbinders really did exist.
She plopped down next to the wizard and poured herself a big mug of hot chocolate.
âMorning Deria, Mangus, Tachil. Good morning, Mister . . . er, Master,â she said quickly, remembering there was no way she could pronounce the high wizardâs name.
âGood morning Tara,â said Chem. âHow are you feeling this morning? Not too stiff?â
She was surprised to realize that in fact she felt very sore. When she moved, muscles she never knew she had complained loudly.
âI am, actually. Why?â
âBecause you used your bodyâs energy to do all the things you accomplished yesterday. When you levitated your grandmother, itâs as if you were really lifting her. You carried, you ran, you used your power, and your body suffered the consequences. We try not to use magic too often, at least those of us who arenât especially gifted, because it burns up a lot of energy and we could die of exhaustion.â
âBut I could never have lifted my grandmother without magic,â Tara protested. âSheâs a lot heavier than I am.â
âAh, I can see youâre Isabellaâs granddaughter all right! You want a logical explanation, donât you? And youâre quite right. If youâd had a wheelbarrow, for example, you could have put Isabella in it and moved her, right? Well, magic is a little like that. Itâs a tool. Magic lets you take your twelve-year-old strength and multiply it. To use your power, you unconsciously drew on the forces that exist all around us. Spellbinders are able to use this life force for their own purposes, and normal humans canât.â
Great, thought Tara. Now Chem was spouting âMay the Force be with youâ stuff. All this spellbinder business had been lacking was a Star Wars tie-in. Still, she was riveted. So thatâs how magic worked. She tried to visualize the concept.
âSo weâre a kind of motor and the fluid around us is like gasoline, is that it? We run on it, and it gives us power. And the better the motor, the greater the power.â
The wizard looked at Tara then pounded her on the back so hard, her cup of chocolate almost went flying.
âRemarkable! Just remarkable! Tara, you have a wonderful
As Master Chem went upstairs to the guest room he also had plenty to think about during what was left of the night.
By what incredible coincidence had the Bloodgraves attacked the Duncan family? After all, the High Council itself knew nothing about this unrevealed young spellbinder. And how had Tara managed to redirect the deadly ray? Only a wizard of an extremely high level could have countered an attack like that. Even Isabella hadnât been able to.
Also, Tara had been remarkable in resisting his Somnolus spell. True, he hadnât cranked it up very high. He hadnât wanted to knock her out for two weeks, just two hours. Still, she had stood up to him.
Finally, those infernal Bloodgraves wanted the girl. They wanted her so badly they were willing to send two of their own, including the famous Magister, their leader, to kidnap her.
It was all very interesting. Yes, very, very interesting.
CHAPTER 4
M ASS-LESS T RANSIT
T he next morning, Tara thought about the ghostly vision of her mother and the terrible attack as she pulled on the second leg of her jeans. Suddenly, an awful thought struck her, leaving her hopping in place. What if it all had been a dream? She quickly finished dressing and ran downstairs.
To her great relief, she found the old wizard in the kitchen cheerfully chatting with Tachil, Deria, and Mangus over cocoa. So she wasnât nuts after allâspellbinders really did exist.
She plopped down next to the wizard and poured herself a big mug of hot chocolate.
âMorning Deria, Mangus, Tachil. Good morning, Mister . . . er, Master,â she said quickly, remembering there was no way she could pronounce the high wizardâs name.
âGood morning Tara,â said Chem. âHow are you feeling this morning? Not too stiff?â
She was surprised to realize that in fact she felt very sore. When she moved, muscles she never knew she had complained loudly.
âI am, actually. Why?â
âBecause you used your bodyâs energy to do all the things you accomplished yesterday. When you levitated your grandmother, itâs as if you were really lifting her. You carried, you ran, you used your power, and your body suffered the consequences. We try not to use magic too often, at least those of us who arenât especially gifted, because it burns up a lot of energy and we could die of exhaustion.â
âBut I could never have lifted my grandmother without magic,â Tara protested. âSheâs a lot heavier than I am.â
âAh, I can see youâre Isabellaâs granddaughter all right! You want a logical explanation, donât you? And youâre quite right. If youâd had a wheelbarrow, for example, you could have put Isabella in it and moved her, right? Well, magic is a little like that. Itâs a tool. Magic lets you take your twelve-year-old strength and multiply it. To use your power, you unconsciously drew on the forces that exist all around us. Spellbinders are able to use this life force for their own purposes, and normal humans canât.â
Great, thought Tara. Now Chem was spouting âMay the Force be with youâ stuff. All this spellbinder business had been lacking was a Star Wars tie-in. Still, she was riveted. So thatâs how magic worked. She tried to visualize the concept.
âSo weâre a kind of motor and the fluid around us is like gasoline, is that it? We run on it, and it gives us power. And the better the motor, the greater the power.â
The wizard looked at Tara then pounded her on the back so hard, her cup of chocolate almost went flying.
âRemarkable! Just remarkable! Tara, you have a wonderful
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