Semua Bab Leesa's Advent: Bab 301 - Bab 310

“OF COURSE RAVE CAN STAY HERE,” Judy said. “From what you’ve told us about how sharp his senses are, he’ll be better than any home security system.”Leesa grinned. “That he will, for sure.”She was sitting on the couch beside Rave. Judy was nestled into the easy chair, while Bradley still sat at the dining table. Most of the dishes had been put in the dishwasher, but Bradley was still working on a big piece of the blueberry pie Leesa had brought home from Aunt Janet’s.“I don’t know how comfortable Rave will be sleeping on the couch, though,” Judy said. “He’s pretty tall—I’m not sure how well he’ll fit.”“I’ll be fine, Mrs. Nyland,” Rave assured her. “I don’t sleep all that much.”“Really? Do you have trouble sleeping?”“No, it’s just a volkaane thing. My people do not require

Agter brief stopovers in England and then Newfoundland to refuel, the jet carrying the Necromancer, Viktor, Andre and Jordan landed an hour or so after sunset at a small, out of the way airport some miles north of Bangor, Maine. Also aboard the aircraft were three servants from the castle. Awaiting the Necromancer and his followers on the edge of the tarmac was a custom-made, oversized brown and white Winnebago RV. Behind the RV sat an empty black SUV.The jet taxied as near to the RV as possible before the passengers silently disembarked. The Necromancer came out last, his huge bulk threatening to bend the portable metal stairway before he lumbered safely onto the ground. The secluded airport combined with the cover of darkness to insure that no one witnessed the evil mage and his followers climb aboard the RV, while Jordan slipped behind the wheel of the SUV. A powerful spell cast by Andre caused the two pilots and three nightshift airport workers to remember the flight as ju

Once a year, on the second weekend of July, the otherwise sleepy little town of Lisbon Falls, Maine comes alive with fun and festivity. Normally home to only four thousand or so residents, on this weekend the population swells to two or three times that. The cause of all this activity is the annual Moxie Festival, a three-day celebration of Moxie soda, one of the first mass-produced soft drinks in the United States. The somewhat bitter, cola-like drink was invented in Lisbon Falls way back in the late eighteen hundreds and maintains an almost cult-like following in New England.Among the many activities spread out over the three days are dances, races, contests, a fireworks display and the centerpiece of the Festival, a big parade.Peter and Laurie Thibout locked their bikes to the metal pole of a street sign and found seats on the curb along Main Street. For twenty years, the forty-something couple had been attending the Moxie Festival without fail. The parade was one of

DOMINIC AND CALI WERE WAITING outside the entrance to the Weston College library when Leesa arrived. Her three mile walk had taken about forty-five minutes, and she had worked up quite a sweat in the hot, sticky air. She didn’t mind one bit, though. After suffering from a limp her whole life, she still hadn’t gotten over the thrill of being able to walk normally. She was going to enjoy it every chance she got.With the whole building wired for wi-fi, the library was a perfect meeting place. Even during the busy school months, the upper floor stacks provided enough privacy for Leesa to occasionally practice her magic there; now, with only summer school in session, she expected they would probably have the whole fourth floor to themselves.She bounded up the granite steps and entered the library with Cali and Dominic. Cali had brought her laptop, relieving Leesa of the need to carry her own computer with her on her walk. Inside the building, the cool, air-con

One moment Leesa and Dominic were standing alone in the woods outside of Lisbon Falls, surreptitiously surveying the town below them through the trees, and the next Rave, Dral and Bain had silently materialized beside them. All three were dressed in black shirts and pants. Leesa hadn’t heard a thing, but Dominic turned his head just before their arrival, his heightened wizard senses detecting their approach at the very last moment.The night was pleasantly warm, without the humidity that had bedeviled them the last few days in Connecticut. A nearly half full moon peeked in and out from the partly cloudy sky. When the moon disappeared, it became fiercely dark in the woods, but Leesa could still make out the outlines of things around her. She was pretty sure her senses were slowly sharpening as she became more and more in touch with the magic inside her. She welcomed the darkness—it would provide excellent cover for the volkaanes to sneak safely into the town.