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The Malevolent Sorcerer (The Land of Stories, Book 1)
The Malevolent Sorcerer (The Land of Stories, Book 1)
The Malevolent Sorcerer (The Land of Stories, Book 1)
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Two young siblings, Adam and Evelyn Hollicker, set off to find their missing father in a mysterious island called The Land of Stories; a place where fantasy comes to life. Everything from dragons, to talking animals, to castles in the sky, to ships that float above the air. It is a bright and beautiful world, but one where nothing is as it seems. And the things that may seem too magical to be real, probably are.

Along their journey, Adam and Evelyn discover secrets about the island's magic that make them question if what they see is real, or if they're lost inside a book.

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Release dateMay 10, 2012
The Malevolent Sorcerer (The Land of Stories, Book 1)
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Mortimer Jackson

Mortimer Jackson is a self-published author living in the underbellies of suburban California, where as a novelist he writes in the hopes of one day joining the ranks of the overrated.

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    The Malevolent Sorcerer (The Land of Stories, Book 1) - Mortimer Jackson

    The Land of Stories

    Book One: The Malevolent Sorcerer

    By Mortimer Jackson

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2012

    Table of Contents

    Chapter, the First

    Chapter, the Second

    Chapter, the Third

    Chapter, the Fourth

    Chapter, the Fifth

    Chapter, the Sixth

    Chapter, the Seventh

    Chapter, the Eighth

    Chapter, the Ninth

    Chapter, the Tenth

    Chapter, the Eleventh

    Chapter, the Twelfth

    Chapter, the Thirteenth

    Chapter, the Fourteenth

    Acknowledgements

    Chapter, the First

    As the ship drew closer to shore, the grey-white fog cleared away and brought to every eye on deck the island up ahead. Ten-year-old Adam Hollicker stood beside his younger sister, Evelyn Hollicker, who stood beside the ship’s captain, Hans Haffelstadt. And they were all equally surprised by what they saw before their very own eyes.

    This is not possible, said Hans, the German captain of the S.S Faithful.

    Oh, but dear reader, it was.

    Now, for those of you who are just now joining us, perhaps you are wondering why the island ahead was the object of such bewildered attention. Indeed newcomer, your concern is of no surprise. Why, I would be curious too were I you.

    But consider the fact that in this day and age, every region of the world has been discovered, named, and marked in our complete and infallible record of world geography. Consider that nowhere in any given map known to man did this strange island even exist.

    This is impossible, said the captain once more. And he said this not just as a man who’d spent his entire life studying maps, but also as a seasoned sailor who’d travelled the world over sea more times than he could count. He knew the oceans like the back of his hand. He knew every isle of every continent. And as far as he knew, there was no such thing as the island ahead.

    Yet there was no denying the evidence. It was as real as he and the two children he was ferrying to this mystical place.

    Adam and Evelyn were only slightly less surprised, as it had been written in the note that their father, Mr. William Hollicker, had left in his study room. The note that was all that was left of his mysterious work. The note that was tucked in between Adam’s fingers. The note, that read, as follows;

    Geographic Coordinates to the Land of Stories

    30°54′0″N,31°7′0″E

    Dear reader, if you are confused as to the nature of the island before you, then allow me to explain.

    You see, for the past six months, the acclaimed William Hollicker, bestselling author, philosopher, photographer, and professional stenographer, had been hard at work on a secret project with a crew of five of the world’s most famous writers, artists, scientists, and professional typists. They were on a quest to discover the island of stories, a place where it was said that all dreams come true.

    A seemingly marvelous place, no doubt, dear reader. At least, were it not for the fact that the Hollicker son and daughter knew very little of their father’s work. Indeed, their father had kept it such a secret from even them, his children, that they did not even know where their father had gone until they found the geographic coordinates of the island inside the drawer of his study. And at the time they didn’t even know it was an island. All they knew was that their father had been there for six months, and left his family behind with no contact beyond the occasional letters. Letters that came few and far between. But most importantly, letters that had stopped arriving since nearly three weeks ago.

    It was this worry that set the Hollicker siblings off to find their father. This, along with the recent passing of their mother, who had lost in her struggle against a most terrible illness. Their father was the only family that the Hollicker siblings had left. And for whatever reason, he had stopped writing them altogether.

    Fearing the worst, the Hollicker siblings as of two weeks ago set sail towards the strange place where their father and his select colleagues performed their top-secret work.

    Adam tucked his father’s note inside his pant pocket.

    We’re finally here, the young boy mused aloud, and stared in wonder at the large island drawing closer ahead. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, which contained some canned foods, a compass, and some books to keep him busy. Among them were the novels of his father, and the novels of Marbury Mace, and Doctor Richard Sallinger, all of whom were among his most favorite of authors. And all of whom were incidentally good friends of the Hollicker father himself.

    Having packed his things inside his backpack, Adam found himself struggling with its weight. This, dear reader, because ever since he was little, Adam had the handicap of not fully being able to stand on his own. He was crippled on his left leg you see, and so required the aid of a cane to keep himself in balance.

    Here, offered his sister. Let me carry that for you.

    He did, and she did. And as she slung the strap behind her, she grumbled, It took us long enough to get here. After fourteen days on a stinking fishing ship, it had better be worth it.

    Adam looked up to Captain Haffelstadt, who didn’t respond, as he seemed far too distracted.

    My sister didn’t mean that, said Adam.

    The captain dismissed the ten-year-old boy. His eyes remained fixed on the island that was drawing closer with each second.

    I’ve never seen this island before, said the captain, who for the life of him could not yet shake his disbelief.

    Evelyn turned to her brother.

    Don’t forget. Our ride is free.

    This was in reference to a certain bet that the captain had made with the children before they left. Of which was the following, in his own words;

    You foolish, delusional child, there is no such island at those geographic coordinates. The numbers lead you to nothing but a mass of open water, and a seabed of vicious sharks. But I’ll tell you what. Say I take you there for the money you pay me and my crew. If it turns that you’re right, and there is an island there, then I’ll grant you your ride free of charge.

    The captain was beginning to regret this decision, as the trip had gone on for quite some time, and resources were scarcer now than when they left.

    Adam, nevertheless, offered the roll of bills he’d arranged to pay the captain before they left.

    You deserve this, said the little boy.

    The captain waved it away.

    I couldn’t. A bet was a bet.

    I’m not a gambler, Mr. Haffelstadt. My parents taught me better than that.

    To which the captain could not now refuse his money, and so he quietly took it in shame.

    Evelyn shook her head at her brother with staunch disapproval. But such tends to be the way of siblings. However similar they may seem at times, at times there’s no denying the ways in which they’re different. While Adam and Evelyn looked a little alike (plus or minus three years, plus Adam was a boy, and Evelyn was a girl), no-one would confuse the two for their behavior.

    Adam was a humble

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