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An Excerpt From: HIS MAGICAL STUDENT

Copyright © MARY WINTER, 2007

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Unable to ride his zardark to the source of the magical energies, Teryn Windhorn dug his heels into his mount’s ribs and urged the horse even faster. The zardark, a winged reptile, would have been quicker, flying over the forest instead of making him ride through it. Branches whipped into his face. The tang of magic from the same powerful source he’d sensed before, yet had been unable to locate, urged him forward. Whatever this mage fought, whatever caused it to draw the power, the magic was raw and untrained. Power like this could kill a person and he’d be damned if he’d accept another young mage’s death on his conscience.

He cursed his work several leagues to the north that kept him from monitoring the magical workings in his home territory. He struggled to keep the farms and villages under his protection safe, and it seemed there never was enough of him to go around. Add to that the mage council’s incessant demands that he find and train an apprentice. Teryn urged the horse even faster. He’d heard rumors of an untrained girl, yet hadn’t had the time to seek them out and discover their truth.

The scream of a wounded beast tore through the forest and chilled his blood. Ducking low over the horse’s neck, Teryn urged the animal faster and followed the trace of magic he sensed. Bright. Powerful. The magic held a feminine undertone and he stiffened in the saddle.

The horse leapt a small log, nearly unseating him with the powerful jump. Grabbing its mane, Teryn struggled to stay in the saddle. He clenched his legs around the animal and thought only of what he’d face when he reached his destination. With his short sword strapped to his back and his body well rested and ready for magical battle, Teryn thought not of those he couldn’t save, but the ones he could. Like the farmers who had disturbed a flock of firebirds. They’d nearly lost their entire crop before he arrived and convinced the birds to roost elsewhere. Too big a territory just for him, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.

A woman’s scream of pain filled the air. Beneath his legs, sweat slicked the horse’s coat and soaked the legs of his breeches. His mount’s labored breathing filled the air and reluctantly Teryn eased back, not wanting to ride the best into the ground. “C’mon,” he murmured under his breath, already beginning the incantation that would offer a bubble of protection around him and his horse.

The smell of charred flesh filled the air. A powerful burst of magic shot through him, nearly unseating him again as he gasped for breath. The hair on his arms rose. This close, he recognized the death cry as belonging to a boaresk, and he shivered. The creatures traveled in packs, the death of one calling another.

The horse skidded to a stop in a clearing. Vaulting from the beast’s back, he drew his sword and raced for the body lying on the ground. She lay on her side, one arm flung out as if to send a last, futile burst of magic. Her tangled blonde hair promised to shine like the sun. The tight vest and trousers she wore left little of her rounded figure to the imagination. Even now, with her life force ebbing, power hummed around her.

Teryn rolled her onto her back, not liking the way blood trickled from her nose. A slash across her ribs leaked blood, dirt smudging her tunic and vest around the wound. Another gore mark along her thigh promised to be painful. Rustling in the bushes pulled his attention from the unknown female mage’s wounds. A second boaresk rushed the clearing.

Teryn stood and leveled a bolt of magic at the creature in one swift movement. The creature stumbled and kept advancing. Stepping over the supine body of the woman, he fired more bolts of blue-hot magic at the creature. One. Two. The need to kill it and get the woman the hell out of here thrummed in his veins. If she lived, she’d be the apprentice the council wanted him to have.

If she lived.

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