I've got a new fantasy novel! It's called "The Ill-Born Prince" (that's ILL-BORN, not three-times born or anything like that). It's about a prince who has discovered he's actually not the son of the king but rather of the queen and the Royal Wizard, and he ends up off studying at the wizards' school. (I was originally thinking of calling it The Bastard Prince but decided that would be too shocking.)
For those keeping score at home, it's number 4 in the "Starlight Raven" series. That series is also known as the "Yurt, the Next Generation" series. Here's the cover, and here's the link on Amazon. It's available both as an ebook and as a paperback.
Like all the books in the Starlight Raven series, it's narrated by Antonia, daughter of the Master of the wizards' school, and the first young woman ever accepted to study there. The male wizards are still not totally convinced that a woman magic-worker might not be some kind of dangerous witch, so Antonia has plenty of issues to deal with, not least her relationship to Walther, the ill-born prince.
I've tried to write it so people could enjoy the book without having read any of the others in the series, but you may pick up a few continuing sub-plots from earlier if you have.
Here's the beginning to whet your appetite.
PART ONE - Magical Problems
“Every spell in this book has an error in it,” the teacher told us. “Something is left out, or steps are transposed, or the words in the Hidden Language are wrong.”
Our class of wizardry students looked at each other, startled, then again at the books on our desks. This was not some ancient grimoire of half-understood magic scribbled down by an imperfectly trained magician whose wits were already going. These were freshly printed, clean volumes, each copy identical, that we had just been told would be the fundamental text for our final two years at the wizards’ school.
There was a confused murmur while students tried leafing through the book, looking unsuccessfully for any clues. Then Walther raised his hand and said, “Excuse me, sir, but why were the errors allowed to remain? Or,” he hesitated a second, pushing a shock of black hair away from his forehead, “were they deliberate?”
The teacher smiled. He was one of the older teachers; in the last few years a number of new, younger wizards had joined the school faculty, but he was still teaching. Like all the older wizards, he always seemed to have a soft spot for Walther.
“Excellent question,” he said. “And yes, it was deliberate.” He scanned the room. “Can any of you think why that should be the case?”
After a moment of uneasy silence, Chlodomer put up his hand. “It’s an exercise for us. If we can’t find the errors, it shows we aren’t as good at wizardry as we think we are.”
The teacher nodded, lips pursed. No one on the faculty had ever had a soft spot for Chlodomer. Even though he was no longer the awkward, easily startled young man he had been when first entering the school six years ago, even though he had become one of the best students in the technical wizardry division, he had never gotten the respect from the teachers he probably deserved.
For that matter, many of the older teachers were still reluctant to respect me either: the first girl the school had ever taken.
“It’s more than an exercise for you, though of course it could be that as well,” the teacher answered Chlodomer.
“This isn’t the way magic is supposed to work,” one of the students objected. “This isn’t the way anything works.”
“Indeed,” said the teacher crisply. “Since you have such a good idea of how everything works, this book will present no challenge for you,” which caused the student to slump back in his chair.
I was distracted, looking out the classroom window toward the school courtyard. There, among the fountains and the rainbows, lay a crimson flying carpet, twitching as though eager to be off. Two men were busily loading parcels onto it: a swarthy, enormously fat eastern mage, and with him the white-bearded Master of the wizards’ school.
I wished they were not going.
The teacher interrupted my thoughts. “Miss Antonia, you usually are full of theories. What do you think?”
I dragged my attention back to the room and tried not to appear irritated at his patronizing tone. “You’re keeping the most powerful spells from us. Or if not from us, from the senior students, then from the more junior students. You don’t want anyone using this magic unless and until you decide we’re worthy to have the missing parts of the spell revealed.”
Now the teacher looked surprised, even, I thought, a little guilty. “Well, there may be something in that. After all, it could be dangerous for some of the younger students to read and try to master a spell for which they were not ready.”
Another one of the students spoke up. “What happens if we try the spell just as it’s written? What is the danger, exactly?” He and another young man bumped elbows and grinned at each other. “Does something, well, inappropriate happen? Does a winged gorgos appear? Does the whole school collapse?”
“Not at all,” the teacher said reprovingly. “If you tried one of these spells as written, it would have no effect. Other than,” he added darkly, “perhaps blowing up in your face. As would happen if a junior student tried to alter the spells unwisely. These are errors that need to be considered carefully.”
© C. Dale Brittain 2024
Hey. I love your Yurt series! Is this latest book available as an ebook on Kobo or anywhere other than Amazon? Thanks!
ReplyDeleteSo far the book is available as an Amazon ebook and paperback, but around Halloween it will start to be available as an ebook on Apple, Kobo, and Nook. Glad you enjoy the books!
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