The Accidental Sorcerer (Rogue Agent, Book 1)
K. E. Mills, Karen Miller
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Gerald Dunwoody is a wizard. Just not a particularly good one. He's blown up a factory, lost his job, and there's a chance that he's not really a Third Grade wizard after all. So it's off to New Ottosland to be the new Court Wizard for King Lional.
It's a shame that King Lional isn't the vain, self-centered young man he appeared to be. With a Princess in danger, a talking bird who can't stay out of trouble, and a kingdom to save, Gerald soon suspects that he might be out of his depth. And if he can't keep this job, how will he ever become the wizard he was destined to be...
The Accidental Sorcerer is the first novel in the Rogue Agent trilogy, from one of fantasy's newest stars.
nine days? Hah! I’ll bet you wouldn’t last nine minutes! So don’t you dare sit up there on your mangy sinking ship of the desert and presume to call Gerald evil or weak or anything like it, or you’ll have me to answer to! Do I make myself clear?” If Zazoor was offended by the outburst nothing in his expression hinted at it. Instead he glanced at Shugat, who tapped his camel on the knee with his staff, waited for it to fold its legs then climbed down, staff in hand, to stand before him, his
body, cool sheets scorched his shivering flesh. He cried out wildly in fear and pain. He thought Lional had returned to torment him, all blood and rotting flesh, fed to fatness on gross black magics that held the grave at bay. He felt himself plunge into a pit of fire… knew that he was dying… and was desperately relieved. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT When Gerald opened his eyes again and realised he wasn’t dead after all, but mending, he was swamped with a bittersweet joy. The curtains were
what they require.” “And me, Shugat?” he said eagerly. He was the sultan’s brother, after all, may Zazoor live forever. He was instrumental in this very important mission. “What should I do?” Shugat sighed. “Go back to sleep, Nerim.” Instead of returning to her office and tackling more prime ministerial problems, Melissande decided she needed a moment’s respite from care. She headed for Rupert’s butterfly house. A few precious moments discussing nothing more important than insects was exactly
he’ll finally give up this nonsense of having a royal court wizard.” “Perhaps,” she said. “But I wouldn’t bet on it if I were you!” She left Rupert to his pruning and trudged back to her office, where Boris was draped helpfully across her desk. He yowled as she entered the room. “I know,” she said, depositing him on the chair. “I agree completely. Tavistock as a lion is taking one-upmanship far too far. But I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do about it, at least for now. So just you go back to
didn’t have anything to do with that horse sticking its clumsy hoof down a rabbit hole!” His jaw dropped. “You were following me?” She had the grace to look guilty. “I had a feeling, all right? And my feelings are never wrong.” She leaned closer. “I think Lional tried to murder you.” Oh, for the love of Saint Snodgrass. This was taking the little brother routine way too far. “Murder me? Why would Lional want to murder me?” Her expression became mulish. “There could be any number of reasons.