Alchemystic (Spellmason Chronicles, Book 1)

By Anton Strout

AN outdated good friend OF THE FAMILY...

Alexandra Belarus is a suffering artist residing in long island urban, even supposing her relations is wealthy in genuine property, together with a towering, gothic Gramercy Park construction outfitted by way of her great-great grandfather. however the fact of her bloodline is published while she is attacked within the streets and kept by way of an inhumanly robust winged determine. A determine that understands the Belarus name...

Lexi's great-great grandfather was once a spellmason—an artisan who may paintings magic on stone. yet in his day, darkish forces labored opposed to him and his, so he left a spell of defense on his relations. Now that Lexi is at risk, the spell has awoken her ancestor's such a lot depended on and fearsome construction: a gargoyle named Stannis.

Lexi and Stannis are both shocked to discover themselves sure. yet as they discover ways to interact, they become aware of that they wish one another to avoid wasting the town they either love...

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Dozens of carved figures covered the partitions, Grecian infantrymen simply towering 3 or 4 occasions our peak, the grand scale of where either haunting and remarkable whilst. the 3 people hoisted ourselves up onto the particular major platform, rolling within the dirt of years upon years as we did so. Marshall coughed. “This is intense,” he stated. “It’s like Raiders of the misplaced Ark. ” Rory dusted herself off, then headed farther down the platform. “Impressive,” she stated, “but additionally daunting. There’s loads of flooring to hide right here. loads of carving to seem over simply to discover a unmarried stone. ” “Let me seek advice the e-book of Alexander,” I acknowledged, checking over his outdated hand-drawn maps. “Remember, we’re now not searching for the warriors. We’re searching for the crown of 1 of the Titans. Let’s fee the a ways finish of the platform. ” I shone my flashlight in that path, however the diversity of it didn’t stretch some distance adequate to mild greater than thirty toes forward throughout the fallen particles. We made our method down the platform, operating throughout the rubble alongside it till we got here into view of a sequence of huge, ornamental sculptures the place the platform ended. My great-great-grandfather’s depiction of old carvings. They rose up a lot better than the remainder, a tangle of historic figures, Greco-Roman of their carving needless to say, yet doubtless made via my great-great-grandfather’s hand. “There,” I acknowledged, pointing my flashlight to 1 of the significant figures. the top head between them was once that of Medusa, her tangled hair of snakes weaving out in all instructions, the top of every embellished with a now-dust-covered gemstone. “Our Titans. ” “Technically speaking,” Marshall provided, “Medusa wasn’t a Titan. They have been deities. She’s a Gorgon. ” “And that’s not likely a crown,” Rory additional. “You inform Medusa that,” I stated. “Alexander’s a puzzler. you're thinking that he’s simply going to be that seen in his clue giving? ” I stared up on the immense mythological creature. “Jesus, she’s tall. ” Marshall swung his bag round to front of his physique and rifled via it. “I introduced rope, yet I don’t imagine I introduced real rigging or mountaineering equipment. ” I grew to become to him. “Can you improvise? ” He shrugged. “Maybe,” he stated, looking out up above together with his personal flashlight. “I simply have to determine tips to safe the rope most sensible. ” “Screw rigging,” Rory acknowledged, hiking over the stone barrier initially intended to maintain commuters again from it, without doubt. “I can get them. ” Marshall reached into his backpack and pulled out a leather-based case that healthy into the palm of 1 hand, handing it to her. “Take this. ” “What is it? ” she acknowledged, unsnapping one finish of it open. She pulled unfastened what seemed like a collection of steel pinchers with a thick-channeled deal with. “It’s my Leatherman tool,” he acknowledged with a little bit satisfaction. “Leatherman? ” she requested. “Are you one of many Village humans? ” Marshall sighed and shook his head. “It’s like a Swiss military knife, a multi-tool. may also help you with the stones. ” She shortened the strap on her dancer’s bag, bringing it in on the subject of her physique, then slid the device into her pocket and smiled.

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