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Scrolls of Zndaria: The Golden Wizard

Scrolls of Zndaria: The Golden Wizard

by J.S. Jaeger

ISBN: 9780988560802

Publisher Synergy Books Publishing

Published in Children's Books/Science Fiction, Fantasy, Mystery & Horror, Children's Books/Fairy Tales, Folk Tales & Myths, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Children & Teens (Young Adult), Literature & Fiction, Children's Books

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Book Description

Join Nathanial “Nate” McGray, a lanky fifteen-year-old boy on an unforgettable adventure to prove a peasant can become a wizard in the magical World of Zndaria.

After a mysterious elf saves Nate from the town bullies, they embark on a journey to the Halls of Magic. Together, they encounter Dread Vikings, vicious bounty hunters, and a deranged beast. A beautiful musician steals Nate’s heart, but they must part when a devilish army attacks his Kingdom.

Will Nate become a wizard? Can he save his Kingdom? The adventure unfolds in Scrolls of Zndaria: The Golden Wizard.

Sample Chapter

A TOUGH LIFE

Nathanial "Nate" McGray, a lanky fifteen-year-old boy, pounded along the dirt road leaving a wake of dust. A glance over his shoulder confirmed the bullies were not far behind. Mustering all his strength, Nate ignored the intense burning in his legs and sprinted even faster. The sight of the bridge brought a flicker of hope—escape into the Darkoak Forest was near!

Three thugs scrambled out of the ravine, blocking Nate’s path. Fighting off a wave of panic, Nate lunged at a gangling elf with curly black hair. They toppled onto the cobblestone bridge. Nate attempted to scramble away. The elf grasped Nate’s foot long enough for his cohorts—a red-headed, freckle-faced dwarf and a baby-faced, beefy young man—to seize Nate’s upper arms and yank him to his feet. They turned him around just as Derik—an abnormally tall, flabby seventeen-year-old human—reached the bridge with the rest of his gang.

"Caught . . . you!" Derik panted, wiping his shirt sleeve across his sweating bald head. "We have a . . . surprise for you! Let’s go!"

Nate thrashed in protest. His captors tightened their grips and dragged him into a secluded area within the trees.

"How do you like flirgoo?" Derik leered. He nodded to a spiky-haired halfling. With a snicker, the halfling retrieved a wooden bucket from behind a thick mulberry bush. Tilting it mischievously toward Nate, he revealed its contents—red flammable sap from a flirgrossa tree.

"W-w-what’re you going to do with that?" Nate cringed.

"You’re about to become The Great Flirgoo Wizard!" Derik mocked. He grabbed Nate’s hair.

In a coordinated strike that surprised even himself, Nate jerked his head free and kneed Derik in the groin. Derik stumbled backward. Tripping over a raised root, he crashed with a screech into the mulberry bush. The gang erupted with laughter. Nate grinned.

Smeared with purple juice, Derik pulled himself out of the bush. "Shut up, you punkler nicklers!" Derik ordered. "Step on his feet!"

Derik stormed toward Nate with clenched fists. His face was bright red. A vein pulsed in his neck. He slugged Nate in the stomach, hard. The bullies lost their grip. Nate dropped to his knees and gasped for breath.

Derik yanked Nate’s shirt over his head. "Hold him still!"

Despite Nate’s squirming, Derik and the halfling used bark to smear flirgoo on Nate’s back and chest. Then Derik, the two elves, and the baby-faced young man each grabbed one of Nate’s limbs.

"Oh Great Flirgoo Wizard, what shall we do with thee?" they chanted sarcastically.

"Put me down you idiots!" Nate struggled to break free.

They carried him ceremoniously from the cover of the trees. Guffawing, the gang continued their charade, marching toward a bloated, moss-covered stump rooted on the embankment near the bridge.

"Great Flirgoo Wizard, receive thy throne!" They chortled wildly, wedging Nate into the decaying log until only his skinny legs flailed out of the stump.

"Get m-m-me out!" Nate hollered. His frenzied scream echoed inside the log. In an instant, tiny, fiery lights lit up all around him. Nate realized, with alarm, he’d disturbed a nest of fire wasps.

"Hope you know a good spell to get out of there," Derik taunted. He kicked the log. The fire wasps swarmed menacingly around Nate.

"H-h-help me!" Nate pled. A fire wasp embedded itself in the flirgoo on Nate and exploded. Screaming in pain, Nate called for help again, stopping only when he heard indistinct arguing.

With a swift yank on his legs, Nate was freed from the stump right when another wasp exploded. Stumbling backward, Nate was grateful to see his older brother—Ted, Ted’s best friend—an elf named Nordof, and another shorter elf Nate didn’t recognize. They ducked to avoid a cluster of fire wasps raging out of the narrow opening.

Ted—a stockier version of Nate with brown eyes, short golden blond hair, and the large, distinguished McGray snout—bolted down the road after the bullies. Nate and the others followed. They easily caught up to them.

"Hey ya dorker, what were ya doin’ ta my brother?" Ted challenged Derik.

"We were just having some fun with the wannabe wizard." Derik clenched his fists and looked down his nose at Ted, "Why do you care?"

"Cuz I’m the only one who treats my brother that way!" Ted insisted.

They circled around each other, fists poised to fight. Everyone else surrounded them, roughly jockeying for the best view. Nate fought his way in from the edge of the circle.

The sound of approaching horses made everyone freeze.

"Well, well, well, if it isn’t two of Burrowville’s most infamous troublemakers." A young knight approached the crowd with another knight on horseback. He eyed Derik and Ted. "What’s going on here?"

Ted and Derik lowered their fists slightly. No one else moved or responded.

"I said, what’s going on here?" The young knight demanded, straightening up on his horse. After a brief silence, he declared, "Looks like we might have to escort some of you home for disturbing the . . ."

"Ah, just let them fight," the older, pudgy knight interjected in a gruff voice, waving off the other knight’s look of contempt.

This was all the encouragement Derik needed. With a wild swing, Derik connected with Ted’s cheekbone, knocking him to his knees.

Grasping Derik’s pants, Ted pulled himself up, exposing Derik’s red satiny underwear. With Nate cheering him on, Ted redirected all of his weight and drove his head into Derik’s flabby belly.

"Blaaaaaaaaaaaah," Derik gagged. He lost his breakfast with such force that the vomit ricocheted off Ted’s back.

Nate, and everyone else in the circle, was splattered with regurgitated onions and spicy hog. The revolting smell hung in the air. Chaos prevailed. Everyone, including the knights, scattered. The baby-faced young man rushed past Nate, shoving him in the chest.

Nate’s feet flew out from under him. He landed on his back with a thud, striking his head on a rock. Bright lights flashed in his eyes. Drums pounded inside his skull. He willed his body to move, but it laid still. His world went black.

Continues...

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Author Profile

J.S. Jaeger

J.S. Jaeger

Jerry and Stephanie Jaeger (J.S. Jaeger) have 4 wonderful children. Jerry overcame bullying to earn his black belt in Kempo Karate. He served as a special agent for the FBI and currently works as a prosecutor. Stephanie ran her own accounting practice for several years before turning her focus to writing Scrolls of Zndaria with Jerry. Together, they are excited to bring readers of all ages into the magical world of Zndaria.

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