The Curse of Arkady: The Magickers #2
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Jason Adrian and his friends survived Magic Camp. But can they survive the beastly minions of the Dark Hand. . .who seem to have followed them home?
mistreated. We’ve been working with him, my brother and I.” A slow smile spread across the man’s face. He thumped his leg. “Come on, Ulysess! Dinnertime!” The dog gave a doggy snort, bumped his muzzle against his owner’s leg and, after one longing look at Bailey, trotted off happily. “Lucky,” said Ting. “Yeah,” answered Bailey, more than a little amazed at Ulysses’ transformation. “That’s your Talent, Bailey, it has to be. You’re . . . some kind of animal tamer.” Bailey wrinkled her nose.
one breakfast hardly seemed enough!” He laughed, again without warmth and without caring that neither Jason nor Sam laughed with him. He straddled his gleaming vehicle, hands encased by trendy biker’s gloves. He kicked off, and began to pedal away, his thin calves knotted with the effort. Sam watched him cycle around the curve and disappear. He scratched his head. “He’s creepy. Who is that?” “The new school psych I told you about.” “Ick.” Sam shuddered. “I wouldn’t even tell him my name, if I
of it as a concentrate.” And she nodded sagely. Ting kicked her ankle under the booth counter, not hard, but Bailey distinctly felt it. She paid no attention. “The charm’s purpose,” and she lowered her voice yet again, after looking side to side, as if revealing a great secret, “is to make sure your friend remembers and thinks of you. A lot.” All three blondes bounced. Giggles erupted, which they fought back, and looked around to see if they were getting noticed. “I’ll take one.” “And me!
didn’t matter if he was sweaty and dirty from practice either, as long as he didn’t eat or spill something in the cab. Conversation with McIntire was at a minimum except for every now and then when a development he’d built got pointed out, or interesting and helpful tidbits of advice would be offered. Sometimes the advice could be deadly dull, but often it would be something interesting or offbeat. Today McIntire was quiet, and that meant he had a lot on his mind. Jason had a lot on his mind,
he’s dropping me. And you’re gonna get hauled in, too.” Sam breathed in and out indignantly. “Can he do that?” “Yeah, he can. Listen, I’ve gotta go, I’ll be back if I can.” Sam nodded, and watched Jason with a forlorn expression as he trotted off across campus. Students still milled around in the hallways, going through their lockers or bunched in small groups talking, classroom doors banging open and shut as he made his way to the cubbyhole Statler Finch called an office. No one seemed to be