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Nightvale: Nightvale, #1
Nightvale: Nightvale, #1
Nightvale: Nightvale, #1
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Nightvale: Nightvale, #1

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Phyenix King, as a died hard fan of the popular game Nightvale, is about to live out a childhood dream - namely, attending a convention. Which is more exciting than it sounds, and ends up being more exciting than anticipated.

Things take a turn for the weird when Nix discovers that the game isn't what she thought it was. Based upon a reality that actually exists alongside her own, she finds herself pulled into the real world of Nightvale. A world where she has the ability to be something incredible. To be a mage.

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Release dateNov 27, 2018
ISBN9781386732563
Nightvale: Nightvale, #1

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    Nightvale - Fainne J. Firmin

    Chapter One

    Islapped the card down into position with a laugh. Hah! Black Fire versus your Frost Giant, meaning fire on ice alignment for times two with a base attack of six hundred times three, and, an AOE for your entire side. I win! Alan groaned and spread his remaining cards out on the ground.

    No fair, since when do you have a Night Dragon card? he complained, reaching out to pick it up.

    I snatched the card up from the board before he could touch it. Since last week, I said smugly. Strongest card in the game, and only five were made. There is no way you can beat me now.

    Alan was still trying to get a peek at the card, leaning across the board while I held the card triumphantly over my head, out of reach. How much did that even cost you?

    Only fifty bucks, I said before adding, grudgingly, in tax.

    Oh my gosh. Alan stared at me. That’s insane!

    You would’ve done the same, I said, folding my arms defensively. Besides, now no one can beat me. It’s perfect for the convention this weekend.

    Almost no one, he reminded me.

    I glared at him. "Like anyone’s going to have that card. I’m pretty sure it’s just a myth."

    Who makes up myths about Nightvale cards?

    Uh, the same people who spend lots of money on them, I said in a patronizing baby voice, picking up my cards from the board and placing them back in my deck. Alan made a face and began to gather up his deck. And don’t even think about complaining on how you lost – come this weekend, you’ll have lost to the official champ.

    He glanced up at me. You really think you can win the tournament?

    Duh. I rolled my eyes and folded my board up. I’ve practically memorized every stat for every card. I always come up with great strategies, and with the Night Dragon, I’ve got a trump card in case I’m in a fix. There’s no way I can lose.

    I uncrossed my legs and got to my feet, sliding the board on to the shelf. You do realize you’d be the first girl to win, right? Alan asked as I turned the heater down, since we technically weren’t supposed to be heating the basement.

    That’s kind of the idea, I told him as we headed upstairs. I sniffed at the air. Ugh, mom made cookies.

    Alan smiled, knowing how I hated my mom’s cookies while he scarfed them down like they were made of pure sugar or something. "Imagine if someone found out you were BlackMage19 from the website, too. I still can’t believe you chose gremmage as your class. I mean, those are the bad guys."

    I shrugged, striding into the kitchen. I’m all for supporting the good guys, but the baddies get such cool powers – I had to take the opportunity when I could. You’re always the good guy in the plot lines so what’s the big deal?

    I don’t think nerddom can take one of the strongest online players being a sixteen year old girl from a town so small it hardly exists on a map.

    Well then nerddom clearly needs a new queen. I smirked at Alan. And I’m going to start my reign by wiping the floor with everyone this weekend.

    You’re not still talking about that silly convention, are you? I turned around as my mom walked into the kitchen, picking up her apron from where she left it on the counter and tying it around her waist.

    I sighed. Yeah, I am.

    My mom was very good at keeping her face neutral as she pulled another batch of cookies from the oven. I’d have thought you’d have come to your senses by now and given up that childish thing.

    My jaw clenched.

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