Wizard Heights - Book 1 - The Legend of the Sorcerer King
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That kind of stuff made Charlie want to vomit, which is why he went out and sat on the front lawn.
Mr. Cleveclees had phoned him the day before and given him an update on recent events at Wizard Heights. His voice had sounded tinny and distant—as Charlie expected from someone making a call from the ancient city. "Count Mongovia has been charged with treason," he said. "He has been accused of colluding with the spirit of the Sorcerer King to bring about the downfall of the Magi Council. He is awaiting trial in a cell, deep beneath Wizard Heights. In the coming days, magicians will gather in the Hall of Justice to hear the case. And, as for the spirit of the Sorcerer King, well, after being successfully extracted from Whitstable’s body, it was imprisoned within an Orb of Keeping, which itself has been placed within the care of the Magi Court. This act released both Whitstable and his grandfather from the Sorcerer King's control, and they are recovering."
Charlie then asked Mr. Cleveclees if he could see Whitstable—the real Whitstable that is, for he was curious to know what the boy would be like, now that he was no longer possessed by the spirit of the Sorcerer King. Mr. Cleveclees told Charlie that he certainly could visit Whitstable, but in a few days, after he had recovered.
Charlie cast his mind back to all the strange events that had occurred. It sure had been odd—Whitstable, the Getting to Know You evening, the journey in the flying row boat, Miss Lovelocket, Mr. Bulgaris, and Count Mongovia. It seemed like a dream, but it wasn’t a dream. It was very real—as real as Wizard Heights itself.
Sitting upon the lawn that morning, Charlie thought that Wizard Heights sure was a strange place—just within view yet a world away from Pleasant Valley, which was docile in comparison.
That’s when he noticed that the sky was changing. The pleasant summer’s day had taken a turn for the worst—a dark storm cloud was gathering overhead.
The next thing Charlie knew, the Vanderbilt drew up beside the curb. From it appeared Mr. Cleveclees. Glancing about twice, he walked purposefully across the lawn to where Charlie sat.
Charlie grinned, but his happiness soon faded when he saw Mr. Cleveclees' serious expression.
Mr. Cleveclees clasped the boy’s shoulders and looked earnestly into his eyes. "Charlie," he said. "Thank goodness you're alright!"
Charlie regarded Mr. Cleveclees with confusion. Lightning crackled overhead, and fury rumbled across the skies.
"Of course, I’m alright," said Charlie. "Why wouldn’t I be?" And then, "What’s wrong? Has something happened?"
"Something?" said Mr. Cleveclees. "Something? Oh yes, something’s happened, Charlie. And when you see it, you won’t believe your eyes."
Mr. Cleveclees pointed toward Wizard Heights. A roiling, black cloud loomed over it—a cloud of wrathful and apocalyptic proportions, which crackled with flashes of purple lightning.
"Charlie," said Mr. Cleveclees. "You must come with me at once—something terrible has happened at Wizard Heights!"
The Story Continues in Wizard Heights Book 2 - The Library of the Ancients - Out Now!
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