Wizard's Holiday: The Seventh Book in the Young Wizards Series
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atypical in that one family member (Kuwilin) has elected to do physical labor as a permanent avocation rather than in rotation, as is common in this society. The family lives in a typical rural dwelling by the shore of the Inner Sea, twenty [kilometers] from the nearest large population aggregate… “It’s a beach,” Kit said. “It is a beach! This is gonna be terrific!” Nita’s expression went briefly wry. “The last time we had a vacation by the beach,” Nita said, “I almost got eaten by a shark.
don’t want a UFO scandal erupting on my doorstep.” “I’ll take care of that,” Dairine said. “Good,” her dad said. He had been washing the last couple of dishes; he racked them up in the drainer. “I’m going to turn in, sweetie. It’s been a long day.” “Yeah.” Her dad grabbed Dairine and hugged her hard. “A long day for you, too,” he said. “No, leave those last two. Throw in the towel and go to bed.” Dairine hung up the dish towel, but not before tossing a last amused glance at the two dishes
behind them, behind the house. “The ones we came down through?” “That’s right. That’s ironwood. The plants were bred a long time ago to concentrate metal oxides from the soil in their tissues. We harvest the reeds and store them until the mobile smelter comes along, once or twice a year. Then we get the metal’s value to trade for other things, if we need them.” “That’s such a good idea,” Kit said. “Who organizes this? The government?” Kuwilin and Demair and Quelt all looked at Kit. “What’s a
what I can find,” Dairine’s dad said. “Now that you mention it, I’ve been thinking of replacing the old woodshed, but I keep putting it off. If I had to replace it because somebody, uh, ate it... ” Dairine snickered. Her dad got up and came into the kitchen, putting the kettle on to boil. Then he picked up his cell phone and dialed. After a moment he snorted. “Still not working.” He looked over at Sker’ret. “I’m tempted to give this to you as an hors d’oeuvre.” “No, Daddy,” Dairine said. “It’s
gasp for breath for some minutes more. The wizardry was not a cheap one to enact. It was maybe fifteen or twenty minutes more before she felt up to actually starting to use the running spell to look for Alaalu’s kernel. After that she lost track of time, something she found herself doing with great ease here where the day was thirty percent longer than at home. When she finally closed the spell down and shut the manual, it had to be at least a few hours later, to judge by the sun’s position.