The Evil Wizard Smallbone (2016) - Plot & Excerpts
There’d been a sudden return of winter. Snow dusted the ground, and the wind had a savage bite. Every few minutes, Nick swiped his dripping nose with the cuff of his jacket. The jacket was red. So were his socks. Smallbone had insisted, since red was the color of fire. The old wizard was wearing a red muffler that shone with eye-aching brilliance against the dark background of pine and spruce and naked tree trunks around the clearing. The Lantern Glade itself was maybe half the size of a motel swimming pool, studded with rocks and carpeted with moss. An oak stood at one end. It was a giant of its kind, with a double trunk lumpy with galls, and twisted branches that would have blocked the sun if they’d been leafed out. Nick thought it was the most beautiful tree he’d ever seen. It was certainly the most alive. To the south of Nick’s stone, Smallbone was performing the ritual laid out in the chart Nick had found when he was a rat. The Lantern was looking a lot better than it had — more like a powerful magical artifact and less like something an elephant had stepped on.
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