The Prodigal Mage: Fisherman’s Children Book One - Plot & Excerpts
“The diary?” she said at last. “Asher, are you saying…” “Do you mean Barl’s diary?” said Pellen, as she and Asher held each other’s molten gazes. “Asher, you said that was destroyed. To keep Lur safe from the magics it contained, Gar burned the diary to cinders, you said.” Asher shrugged. “Aye, well. I lied.” “To me!” cried Dathne, and wrenched herself off the couch. “Asher, how could you?” Jaw stubbornly set, Asher shrugged again. “I promised Gar I’d keep it safe, didn’t I?” “And what about keeping Lur safe?” Dathne demanded, hands on her hips. “You said it yourself—for all the equality that now exists between the Olken and the Doranen there are still mages like Rodyn Garrick who consider themselves superior. Who pine for the old days. Let the brute magic in that diary fall into his hands, or the hands of a mage like him, and—” Asher shook his head. “That ain’t goin’ to happen.” “You hope it won’t happen!” she retorted.
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