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Jason Spells It Out
Jason Spells It Out
Jason Spells It Out
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Jason Spells It Out

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Jason finds himself in troubles of the worst kind when he meets up again with the evil hobgoblin Shrug. How can he stop the Wizard’s book of magic from falling into Shrug's hands? Magenta, a witch whose broomstick he’d once rescued, is under his spell, thinking she is in love with him. Jason knows without his help she’ll be fooled into telling him where the book of magic is. He has to act, and fast; can a love potion be the answer to his problems? Or will it just add to them?

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Release dateOct 25, 2012
ISBN9781619501119
Jason Spells It Out
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Violetta Antcliff

Violetta Antcliff has been a member of the Nottingham Writers' Club for over twenty years. A winner of numerous short story competitions, her work was area short listed in Waterstone's Wow Factor story competition. Took first prize in Nottingham County Council short story competition with a story called "Irish Mouse Tales," which was published by Gypsy Shadow Publishing as an eBook in July of 2012. She has had her poetry and short stories read on local radio. Violetta is a prolific writer of short fiction, having written and published more than 40 short stories with Gypsy Shadow.

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    Jason Spells It Out - Violetta Antcliff

    Contents

    Copyright Page

    Prologue

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 12

    About the Author

    Jason Spells it Out

    by

    Violetta Antcliff

    All rights reserved

    Copyright © September 19, 2012, Violetta Antcliff

    Cover Art Copyright © 2012, Charlotte Holley

    Gypsy Shadow Publishing, LLC.

    Lockhart, TX

    www.gypsyshadow.com

    Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.

    No part of this book may be reproduced or shared by any electronic or mechanical means, including but not limited to printing, file sharing, and email, without prior written permission from Gypsy Shadow Publishing, LLC.

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    ISBN: 978-1-61950111-9

    Published in the United States of America

    First eBook Edition: October 25, 2012

    Prologue

    Jason was restless; he couldn’t get to sleep—something bad was going to happen and he sensed it. The house was not only quiet, it was unnaturally quiet; no sound of snoring coming from his sisters room or creaking of the cot, from the nursery where little Emily Louise slept.

    Jason tossed back the duvet and glanced round the room—it was bathed in beams of moonlight that danced high on the walls and cast shadows in the dark recesses. He got out of bed, padded over to the window, opened it and looked out. At first he saw nothing unusual, nothing different; then from the corner of his eye he noticed a movement. The hairs on his arms quivered as if under attack from static electricity, his heart began to pound erratically and he felt weak at the knees. For a fraction of a second, Jason thought he was going to pass out, but when the wave of dizziness slowly passed, he knew he was going to be all right.

    In a daze, he returned to his bed, clambered in and pulled the duvet over his head; he couldn’t believe what he had just caught a glimpse of and wanted to shut it out. He tried to convince himself he was really asleep and just having a bad dream, but he knew he wasn’t, knew the goose-pimples were real and the fearful apparition he’d seen wasn’t a figment of his imagination.

    Nerves stretched to breaking point, Jason trembled uncontrollably; he could taste the fear and broke out in a cold sweat. Someone, or something, was in the house, in the bedroom—his bedroom—and he could hear it breathing.

    I know you’re only pretending to be asleep. Aren’t you pleased to see me? Whoever it was cackled mischievously as if deriving pleasure from his plight.

    Jason refused to open his eyes and plugged his ears with his fingers.

    I’ve not come on my own. I’ve brought somebody with me; I told him all about you and what you did.

    Jason screwed his eyes up even tighter and pushed his fingers deeper in his ears. Finally however, curiosity got the better of him and with eyes narrowed, he peered out from behind the duvet.

    A woman stood at the foot of his bed, and if Jason hadn’t been so frightened he would have yelled for his dad to come and chase her away. He knew without being told she was a witch because she fit every description he’d ever read about them in books: hook nose, warts; red-rimmed eyes that stared without blinking and a mouth no more than a gash in a white face. Hair blacker than deepest midnight streamed out from beneath a conical shaped hat.

    What… what… what do you want? His words came out in short gasps, he was so frightened.

    I told you when you retrieved my favourite broomstick from the clutches of that evil hobgoblin, I wouldn’t forget, didn’t I? The witch perched herself on the foot of the bed and sat, arms folded, staring at him.

    Did you? Jason inched away; he still vividly remembered everything about the broomstick and the ride he and Wayne had taken on it. Remembered how it had been whisked away soon as ever they’d landed, but he didn’t recall any witch saying anything; he hadn’t even seen one.

    I said what do you want with me? Jason demanded bravely.

    It’s reward-time for services rendered for you and your friend… where is he, by the way?

    You mean Wayne? He’s at home in bed where he should be. Jason wasn’t feeling so frightened now; his nerves had settled, the goose-pimples had disappeared, and his hair was no longer standing on end. And although he felt more in control, he still kept his voice low as he didn’t want his dad to hear and come investigating.

    Shall we go and get him?

    I said he’s in bed, and I expect fast asleep, as I should be. So you can bog off and don’t forget to close the window on your way out.

    The woman threw her head back and cackled so loud Jason leapt out of bed and rushed over to close the bedroom door. Shut up, will you? he mouthed. Do you want to wake everybody up?

    Nobody else can hear me but you, she assured him. And I am going nowhere without you, so you’d better get used to the idea and get dressed.

    The way the woman’s eyes narrowed, Jason could tell she meant it. He scrambled into his jeans, pulled a T-shirt over his head and pushed his feet into his trainers. I thought you said you’d brought somebody with you, he said.

    I have, replied the witch, "my friend, Bertie

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