Mages of Mâvarin

by Karen Funk Blocher

Mages of Mâvarin hasn’t been around nearly as long as the first book, but it’s been just as much trouble. Like Heirs, it grew into a trilogy, but it's basically one story—one very long story. Currently running roughly 350,500 words, it’s not complete yet! Contrast that with Heirs of Mâvarin, a mere 209,300 words overall. Here’s a sample scene from Book One: An Adept in Mâvarin:


Sample Scene from
An Adept in Mâvarin

Chapter Two:
The Graduate

The Tower bell of Mâton’s Citadel College of Magic tolled the end of the morning session. Magu Durtani had not quite finished his portal to the Câlaren, despite the surreptitious help Darma had given him on the definitional subrituals. Indifferent to the lesson, nine of the Master’s ten morning students left immediately, but Darma stayed and helped with the last incantation. The glow around the worn oak door brightened and ceased to flicker. “Is it ready, Master?” she asked.

“You should know, Darma,” Magu Durtani said. “You did half the work. Open it. Quickly now, or you’ll be late for lunch.”

Darma opened the door into a flurry of snow and wind. Two peaks of the Câlaren pierced the sky before her. The third was but a step away, buried in snow. “Shall I go through, Master?”

“You can if you hurry. Don’t shut the door!”

Darma ran forward, and nearly fell as her feet touched the icy path beyond the doorway. Recovering, she bent and scooped up a handful of snow, the first she had ever held.

“It’s best if you pack it into a ball. Like this!” Magu Durtani’s eyes twinkled as he made a snowball.

Darma followed his lead. “What is it for, Master?”

“Why, for throwing at someone, of course! But not at me. Now, off to the dining hall with you. I don’t want the Archmage in here claiming I’ve kidnapped you.”

“I wish you would,” Darma said, half seriously. “This is the most fun I’ve had all week. Goodbye, Master!” Clutching her snowball from the supposedly holy mountains, Darma left Magu Durtani’s rooms and stepped out into the bright spring sunshine. Most of the students were already disappearing across the school’s central quadrangle into the courtyard that led to the dining hall, but Darma didn’t care. In a choice between food and magic, Darma usually chose magic.

“Darma.” Startled, Darma took a step backward as Archmage Sunestri appeared less than three feet in front of her.


Introduction and Sample Scene from Heirs of Mâvarin

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