Royal Institute Of Magic: Elizabeth's Legacy - Plot & Excerpts
“A few more flights, I’m afraid,” she said in her rich voice. “Allow me to apologise on behalf of Draven. I know he might come across as the devil incarnate, but deep down he’s not a bad person.” “Could he really track my parents if they had cast spells on me?” “In theory, yes.” Ben couldn’t believe he was throwing the word “spell” around with such nonchalance. Spells meant magic. The evidence was everywhere, but hearing adults say it gave it credence. Charlie was puffing by the time they left the staircase and entered another set of double doors. This time the sign said “Department of Spellswords” with a sword shown below it. Beyond the doors was another statue, this one of a cheerful man holding a sword in one hand and one of those strange guns in the other. “Michael James,” Wren said, noticing their interest. “He was the first Spellsword Director; quite a man by all accounts.” Without the pre-occupation of being captured, lassoed and marched by a raving madman, Ben was able to admire the hallway.
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