Class Dis-Mythed
Robert Asprin, Jody Lynn Nye
Language: English
Pages: 300
ISBN: 1592220916
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
After years as a court magician and inter-dimensional hero, Skeeve needed a rest. So he took some time off to study magic and relax. When a few months later several members of the M.Y.T.H. Inc. Team each ask him to train some talented, young magicians in "practical magic" he has to agree. But after the assassins attack and a manticore tries to eat them, the Khlad mage soon discovers that there is more going on than learning. His students are preparing for a very deadly magical game and you won't believe where. Worse yet, the game may be fixed, and the only way to save his students lives is for Skeeve to risk his own.
Birdie's Book (The Fairy Godmother Academy, Book 1)
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, Book 7) (US Edition)
Changes (The Dresden Files, Book 12)
DragonFire (DragonKeeper Chronicles, Book 4)
Kind of fine without them, I guess.” Freezia's and Jinetta's packs returned very close to the supporting member, as if the Sears were hinting they would like the umbrella opened again. “Not until I see MY stuff,” Melvine said, folding his arms. A flask, a yo-yo, a couple of books with lurid covers, a travel pillow, a box of candy popped up, as did a silky fragment of cloth. Melvine grabbed for them and began to stuff them in the concealed pockets of his overall. A pair of purple panties.
You're not helping!” I said. I tossed the container in a high lob toward Bee. The ex-corporal dove for it, snagging it out from under the beast's nose, and tossing it to Pologne. The Manticore roared in frustration. The bottle bounded around him too fast for his addled wits. He staggered toward one of us, then another, then another. His legs seemed to be getting tangled up underneath him. The insectlike tail lashed, stabbing over his head. We ducked under cover of branches and into bushes to.
Freezia approached Pologne almost shyly. “I noticed your manicure got snagged while you were stringing up those nets. I'm going to do my nails. Would you like to use my buffer?” “Oh, yes!” Pologne exclaimed, clearly grateful for the detente. “Then we can try on each other's clothes,” Jinetta said. “I think you'd look lovely in my new twinset, Freezia. I know it'll be a little long on you, but that's the style this season, you know.” “That is so nice of you, Jinetta!” Freezia beamed. “I love.
Are.” I looked at Bunny and shrugged. “Roust the students,” I said. “Tell them we have a surprise guest lecturer.” By the time the class was assembled around the table, Don Bruce and I were standing against the wall, conversing in low tones. I was asking him about what he thought would be an appropriate introduction, while he kept insisting that I keep my comments to a bare minimum and let him handle the rest. That sounded vaguely ominous to me, but I had little choice but to go along with him.
Pointing a tiny pink finger at a Deveel in a shiny suit. “There's Mr. The Geek right now!” I thrust my way past more crew members, heading for that familiar face. The Geek huddled under a scenery overhang with a collection of production personnel. There was a clutch of magicians in robes and holding huge, multifaceted crystal balls— members of several species but one union, to judge by the insignia prominently displayed on their right sleeves—and young women of various species holding.