Spell or High Water (Magic 2.0)
Scott Meyer
Language: English
Pages: 442
ISBN: 1477823484
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The adventures of an American hacker in Medieval England continue as Martin Banks takes his next step on the journey toward mastering his reality-altering powers and fulfilling his destiny.
A month has passed since Martin helped to defeat the evil programmer Jimmy, and things couldn’t be going better. Except for his love life, that is. Feeling distant and lost, Gwen has journeyed to Atlantis, a tolerant and benevolent kingdom governed by the Sorceresses, and a place known to be a safe haven to all female time-travelers.
Thankfully, Martin and Philip are invited to a summit in Atlantis for all of the leaders of the time-traveler colonies, and now Martin thinks this will be a chance to try again with Gwen. Of course, this is Martin Banks we’re talking about, so murder, mystery, and high intrigue all get in the way of a guy who just wants one more shot to get the girl.
The follow-up to the hilarious Off to Be the Wizard, Scott Meyer’s Spell or High Water proves that no matter what powers you have over time and space, you can’t control rotten luck.
cried out in pain and surprise. Physical blows could not injure him, but they did hurt, and all animals, wizards included, instinctively dislike and avoid pain. Martin used his arms to protect his head, neck, and face, so Nilo continued to pound on his ribs and midsection like a crazed toddler who doesn’t understand the rules of T-ball. After several savage blows to the breadbasket, Martin lowered his hands and attempted to catch the head of the staff mid-swing. Nilo expected this, and altered
buy his friends time. Remaining brave in the face of what looked like certain death. Martin felt rather heroic until Roy summed up what he had heard. “So, Junior bit off more than he could chew, and his trainer had to come bail him out.” There was a tense silence. Martin decided to play it cool. He was the more experienced wizard. He had the upper hand here. “No, Roy,” Martin said, shaking his head, “there’s more to it than that.” Roy snorted. “What did they leave out? Did you cry?” So much
below. “Wow,” Martin gasped. “Yes,” Gwen said. “The genius of picking Atlantis as a base of operations is that it’s destined to disappear anyway, so Brit was free to build anything she wanted. Of course, that was before she knew that nothing we do seems to affect the future anyway, but still, it was clever of her.” Martin whistled, then said, “One person built that? No wonder it took her a hundred years.” “She spent the first week designing the city and writing the construction algorithm. She
becoming.” Brit peered at him over the rim of her glass, pulled the drink down from her mouth without actually taking a drink, then asked Phillip, “That’s what they say. What do you say?” Phillip smiled. “Usually, something loud and insulting. I am my own man. I make my own decisions. If the universe expects me to do anything different, it should prepare for a fight. I reject the idea that just because we can see the future that we’re doomed to create it. I say free will and imagination are
becoming something more than her friend, and especially didn’t want to seem disloyal. Martin had a life-long aversion to offending angry women. The three of them stared at each other, mute with indecision, until, mercifully, the doorbell rang. Nik speedwalked across the room, saying, “Don’t get up. I’ll get that. You keep having your very serious discussion that I was definitely not listening to.” Nik opened the door. Outside there were two guards. One, Martin had not met, was wearing the