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    Zosozo in Oz: The Ozite Cycle, #2
    Zosozo in Oz: The Ozite Cycle, #2
    Zosozo in Oz: The Ozite Cycle, #2
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    Zosozo in Oz: The Ozite Cycle, #2

    By Rebecca A. Demarest

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    As an honorary Ozite Princess, Thea finally has the power to do some good for the Earthers stranded in Oz. However, she finds more trouble than she expected in the form of the drug, Zosozo, which the Herkuan townspeople are using to keep the refugees sedated and out of the way.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRebecca A. Demarest
    Release dateOct 23, 2016
    ISBN9781536530889
    Zosozo in Oz: The Ozite Cycle, #2
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    Rebecca A. Demarest

    Rebecca A. Demarest is an author, award-winning book designer, and technical illustrator living in Seattle, WA with her husband, Jason, their dog-like cat named Cat, and their Portie puppy named Teal'c. When she isn’t writing or making books and flowcharts pretty, Rebecca can be found crafting, working on her indoor forest, climbing, hiking, and generally loving being back in her native Pacific Northwest. Rebecca graduated from Willamette University Cum Laude in 2009 with a B.A. in Psychology and English, and from Emerson College in 2011 with an M.F.A. in Creative Writing and Publishing. She has worked on a variety of journals, and is currently the Senior Technical Illustrator at O’Reilly Media and the house designer for the Seattle Play Series.

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      Zosozo in Oz - Rebecca A. Demarest

      Chapter 1

      I paused just outside the door to Ozma’s counsel room to make sure that my emerald-green dress laid straight, not that there was a chance of it being out of order since Clack-tick had tied me into it. My clockwork maid was an impeccable dresser and an even better seamstress. Taking a deep breath, I knocked firmly on the door.

      Enter! came a deep, rumbling voice from the other side. I turned the handle and stepped into a room few people ever got to see. It contained an overly long table, at the head of which sat Princess Ozma, her most trusted advisors scattered down the sides. It was no hard task to identify each of them, since they all featured heavily in the historical stories of Oz. Presently, the table was occupied by the Tin Woodman, Scraps, Shaggy Man, Tik-Tok, Jack Pumpkinhead, Professor Wogglebug, the Scarecrow, and the Frogman.

      Ozma gestured to the seat at the foot of the table. It was a small stool that looked like it was normally used as a cat’s napping and scratching post. Thea, my lovely, how are you enjoying your time in the palace with us?

      I smiled; I had been halfway worried that this summons meant that the princess had wanted to discuss the nasty business of Elphred’s death and I had not been looking forward to more obfuscation. It’s wonderful here. Not to speak ill of my Auntie, mind you, but she is so set in the old ways of doing things, Earther ways, that she ignores the fact that there are a lot of things in this world that could make life more enjoyable. I tried to find a better position on the little stool, but no matter how I wiggled, one butt-cheek was left dangling.

      She is right to be proud of her heritage, Thea. But, as you say, Earthers might do better here if they gave up their insistence on doing things the old mechanical way and came to understand and appreciate magic a little bit more. Ozma gave a slight moue of displeasure, before smiling brightly at me once more. That is precisely why I have called for you my dear. I have a job for you.

      Of course, your Highness, I answered automatically. The thought of saying no never even crossed my mind. I don’t think anyone had ever turned her down—at least, not that I had ever heard.

      As I am sure you know, the majority of your brethren are camped along the edges of the Deadly Desert in shanty towns throughout the countries of our land. I am afraid I have not been as attentive to their needs and desires as I should have been, as the ruler of the land in which they seek refuge. I wish to send you, an honorary princess of Oz, to travel to these small shanties and see how the people are getting along. If I can do anything to help them, I shall.

      I smiled and lowered my eyes demurely so the princess wouldn’t see the worry I felt. It had been a month since I had been handed a not-so-subtle―and anonymous―note informing me that not everyone believed the lies I’d been telling about Elphred’s death. There were still people out there who wanted to see us Earthers done away with, and me especially. The palace felt relatively safe from my accuser, with my metal maid and a retinue of guards prepared to defend me. If I accepted the task Ozma was proposing, I would lose all that. However, it might give me the chance to figure out who was working with Elphred, since a

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