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Kemamonit Pursued
Kemamonit Pursued
Kemamonit Pursued
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A sequel to the novel Kemamonit. Trapped in the past by an errant spell from her apprentice, Kemamonit battles the barbarian hoards seeking to conquer the Mediterranean.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPaul Edwards
Release dateJul 28, 2012
ISBN9781476119724
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    Kemamonit Pursued - Paul Edwards

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    Copyright 2012 Paul Edwards

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    Kemamonit Pursued

    Prologue

    He stared at the apartment door she had just slammed shut, he could feel her staring at him through the peephole.

    I could use the stun device, he thought to himself.

    The eggheads had given him the quantum cerebral incapacitator a few weeks ago. It worked on some bizarre quantum mechanical principle that was incomprehensible to a lay person.

    You have to be careful, sometimes it shoots in the past if you’ve fired it in the future, and you have to observe the target otherwise it won’t work. They had told him.

    Why didn’t they just give me a nine millimeter Sig, he had murmured under his breath.

    He had seen a video of a test of the device on a charging African Elephant, the animal had gone from a rampaging gallop to looking like it had just inhaled a two foot long doobie. It screeched to a stop and then stood stock still drool dripping from its mouth.

    He considered kicking the door open and using the device but the door looked quite sturdy.

    He remembered his briefing from the eggheads, don’t be misled by her appearance, this is one of the most terrifying people you will ever meet. She is a powerful sorcerer able to destroy cities with a blink of an eye. She is six thousand years old, god only knows the millions of people she has subjugated or massacred.

    They had shown him film of a secret archeological site uncovered in Egypt in the nineteen twenties, it was a perfectly preserved small shrine built by an unknown worshipper named Senbi.

    The shrine housed a life-size statue of a Nubian woman named Kemamonit, there was a small stele in front of the statue proclaiming her as a fierce and terrifying godlike sorcerer. The archeologists also discovered the whole site seemed to be made of some kind of indestructible substance.

    That’s when the shrine’s location became a closely guarded secret.

    The years had passed without anyone discovering the secret of the sites indestructability or the fate of the woman depicted by the statue.

    Then suddenly six thousand year old Egyptian jewellery started showing up in pawn shops in Seattle.

    He had doubted the slight harmless looking woman he had traced the jewellery too was the same terrifying sorcerer portrayed by the shrines statue, the eggheads disagreed.

    The resemblance is uncanny, the head egghead had shown him her photograph in comparison to the statues.

    This chick has boobs the size of Dolly Parton, he said as he pointed to the photograph of the statue.

    I suspect that was just artistic licence. She probably forced this Senbi guy to exaggerate her assets.

    Now standing in front of her door his doubt about her identity had vanished, during their brief conversation he had sensed her lying about her real name and he also noticed the strange exotic bracelet on her wrist. It was not something he had ever seen another woman wear.

    I’ll be back, he thought to himself as he turned and walked back down the hall.

    Chapter one

    Shouldn’t there be like, a talking hat?

    I stared at Shelley not understanding her question. I guessed that talking hats were now used to teach people in some instances, I thought it strange I had not seen one during the numerous courses I had taken.

    Do we really need one? I asked.

    Shelley gave me an odd look, no... I guess not.

    We were in a large covered amphitheater in the Magic city. I had used it originally years ago to brief my servants on the numerous magical projects that I had needed their assistance on.

    It was probably too big for lecturing just one person but the room had many built in spells that would make my instruction of Shelley much easier.

    I had a long wooden pointer in my hand and used it to point to the large blank limestone wall behind me.

    This is perhaps the greatest sleight of hand artist I have ever seen, the wall changed to show the projection of a man slowly moving his hands causing a white ball disappear.

    Look how he uses one hand to cover the other while he hides the ball, I said.

    Hey I know that guy, I seen him and his partner perform in Las Vegas, how’d you get him to show you all their tricks, Shelley asked.

    I had to stifle a smile, there are no secrets when it comes to sorcerers. Now this will be your first lesson, you must learn to do this trick.

    I used my own sleight of hand trick to pluck a ball out of the air, I then tossed it to Shelley only to watch it bounce off her hands and fall to the floor.

    I walked over to Shelley as she picked up the ball and sharply rapped her knuckles with my stick. I had practised my knuckle rapping prior to our first lesson just to make sure I had good accuracy.

    Oww!!! What was that for! Shelley pressed her sore knuckles to her lips.

    Sorcerers need tough knuckles, sorry but it must be done, I said.

    I had prepared carefully for my lessons to Shelley and had tried to anticipate all her protestations to my teaching methods. From my recent schooling I knew that rapping knuckles had for some bizarre reason disappeared from a teacher’s repertoire a few decades ago.

    I could not comprehend why or think of another equally suitable method to motivate a lazy unprepared student.

    Why do sorcerers need tough knuckles? Shelley asked suspiciously.

    The magic must be molded with the fingers like clay, I said, lying to her.

    The first lesson proceeded well from that point on, Shelley worked diligently trying to master her first sleight of hand. It would take her a few days of practise before it would fool most people.

    Why do sorcerer’s need to learn sleight of hand? Shelley asked me.

    It’s not just sleight of hand, it’s stage magic in general, it showed me that a lot of what happens in the world is just smoke and mirrors. It really helped me write spells, I replied.

    I was also conducting the lessons in ancient Egyptian, I had asked Shelley if she was able to comprehend it well enough, she had said yes.

    Why ancient Egyptian? she had asked

    It is how I create magic, when you have learned enough you will create your own style of magic in your own language.

    All magic isn’t the same?

    It can be as varied as the people who use it.

    I had

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