WebMage (Ravirn, Book 1)

WebMage (Ravirn, Book 1)

Kelly McCullough

Language: English

Pages: 310

ISBN: 0441014259

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Ravirn is not your average computer geek. A child of the Fates—literally—he’s a hacker extraordinaire who can zero in on the fatal flaw in any program. Now that twenty-first-century magic has gone digital that makes him a very talented sorcerer. But a world of problems is about to be downloaded on Ravirn—who’s just trying to pass his college midterms.

Great Aunt Atropos, one of the three Fates, decides that humans having free will is really overrated and plans to rid herself of the annoyance—by coding a spell into the Fate Core, the server that rules destiny. As a hacker, Ravirn is a big believer in free will, and when he not only refuses to debug her spell but actively opposes her, all hell breaks loose.

Even with the help of his familiar Melchior, a sexy sorceress (who’s also a mean programmer), and the webgoblin underground, it’s going to be a close call...

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As she led me to the entrance. “I’ve—” The look she aimed at me made me swallow the words. “I did not give you permission to speak. This is an object lesson, Ravirn. I don’t want anything to distract you from the message. The monks and their students operate under a vow of silence. While you are on the premises the same will apply to you. Since you seem to have such a problem with keeping your promises, I’ll help you with this one.” She whistled a brief tune as low and solemn as a dirge, and I.

To be depressed and a wiseass at the same time. But at that moment, none of my jokes felt the least bit funny. Humor needs to be shared, and I had no audience, not even Melchior. Or perhaps I should say; especially not Melchior. The webgoblin was my alter ego, my foil, and my straight man. But most of all he was my friend, a constant companion. I’d never really contemplated what life without him might be like. It wasn’t something I wanted to think about just then either, especially since there.

To skewer them all with my rapier, while they tried to take thousands of very small bites out of my hide. It was beginning to look like I might have played my last video game. In the end, however, the low-power environment saved my neck, and I got off with only minor bleeding. I didn’t want to think about what they would have been like if I’d had to deal with them awake and lively. An image of fuzzy, flying piranhas came to mind. Walking across drifts of little bodies to get into the equipment.

Space. It was also as clear as a newly drawn fiber-optic cable. I’d seen the effect before, on threads coming out of the back end of Eris’s dragon, but I still didn’t know what it meant. Apparently the Fates didn’t either, because all three glared at it with their identical eyes. “I don’t understand,” said Clotho. “Neither do I,” agreed Lachesis. “But that’s no reason to delay the justice my grandson so richly deserves. Atropos, your shears are needed.” “If you will,” replied Atropos,.

Responsible for my free will?” “No,” said Eris, shaking her head. “That’s of your own making. Free will must be exercised to blossom. It can’t be given. That would make it something other than free. You and your siblings are your own creators. Tyche and I just nudged things a bit at the beginning, introducing a breath of chaos into your design so things wouldn’t turn out exactly as Atropos and her elder sisters wished.” “Thank you,” said Melchior, his voice a strained whisper. “There’s nothing.

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