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Things aren’t looking so good for Magic McFee at her new school. Firstly, her new English teacher, Marcus Slay, doesn’t seem to be up to any good. How can somebody hate her so much before even knowing her? Secondly, her new friend, Katie Harrow, is in deep trouble. Magic’s fears are confirmed when one day, Katie goes missing during school, her bizarre disappearance unexplained. She soon finds out that Katie’s disappearance isn’t just an innocent day off school. A series of other strange events take a toll on Magic as the school year turns into an almost unbearable nightmare. Her worries escalate after overhearing a terrifying exchange between Slay and her History teacher, Remy Lockwood. With the help of her other friends, can Magic escape the horrors she’s begun to uncover, and save Katie Harrow from what she’s learned could be a terrible fate?

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Publié par	Austin Macauley
Date de parution	28 février 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9789948803140
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Magic McFee and the Legend of the Sorcerer
Rima Bachrouch
Austin Macauley Publishers
2023-02-28
Magic McFee and the Legend of the Sorcerer About the Author Copyright Information © Chapter One: A New World Chapter Two: Creavey High Chapter Three: The English Teacher Chapter Four: The Calculator Chapter Five: Lockwood’s Warning Chapter Six: Blood and Baffle Chapter Seven: The Second Sighting Chapter Eight: Birthday Wishes Chapter Nine: Halloween Chapter Ten: Examinations Chapter Eleven: An Early Christmas Chapter Twelve: The Diamond of Dominion Chapter Thirteen: Legends Chapter Fourteen: Katie’s Secret Chapter Fifteen: The Third Sighting Chapter Sixteen: A Strange Disappearance Chapter Seventeen: Intruder Chapter Eighteen: Portal Chapter Nineteen: Pyrithia’s Hidden Kingdom Chapter Twenty: Slay Unmasked Chapter Twenty-One: Crystals Chapter Twenty-Two: The Truth Epilogue: Illusion
About the Author
Rima Rabih Bachrouch is a 14-year-old British writer. At the age of 11, she began writing Magic McFee and the Legend of the Sorcerer, which is her first novel. Having grown up with a wild imagination, Bachrouch would write her own short stories from a very young age. She also has other interests, which include acting and filmmaking, wildlife, nature, and the environment and Science. She hopes to one day be able to play a bigger role in tackling the global climate change challenge.
Copyright Information ©
Rima Bachrouch 2023
The right of Rima Bachrouch to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with Federal Law No. (7) of UAE, Year 2002, Concerning Copyrights and Neighboring Rights.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The age group that matches the content of the books has been classified according to the age classification system issued by the Ministry of Culture and Youth.
ISBN 9789948803133 (Paperback)
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Application Number: MC-10-01-7085030
Age Classification: 13+
First Published 2023
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Chapter One A New World
God, where had she put them?
“Mum, have you seen my trainers?” called Magic McFee as she descended the stairs onto the landing.
Magic was a young girl of 14 with long, dark hair and very bright, ocean blue eyes. She had a few freckles scattered across her pale face, as if someone had sprinkled chocolate flakes all over it.
“Yes, dear, I’ve already packed them for you.”
Magic very much resembled her mother, Lauren McFee. She had the same ocean blue eyes, but instead of her hair being long and dark like her daughter’s, it was shoulder-length and a very bright blonde.
“Thanks, Mum,” replied Magic as she crossed the room and sat in a corner next to a pile of boxes. She began helping her mother with the packing. The house looked a mess; bundles of clothes were piled up next to the fireplace and all the velvety sofas were pushed against the wall. The rest of the space in the room was filled with cardboard boxes.
“Where’s Dad?” asked Magic.
“He’s in his office, talking to the company that will lend us the moving vans,” replied Mrs McFee as she pressed hard on the top of a large cardboard box, trying to get it to close. Magic eyed the empty boxes with a groan and got to work.
Magic sort of noticed when the afternoon had arrived after a few hours of packing; at that moment, she sighed, in an exhausted voice, “I’m going upstairs to check if anything is left.”
She crossed the room, being careful not to trip over any boxes, and started up the stairs.
The walls in the corridor upstairs were a pale yellow and looked very plain and odd, since she was used to seeing family photos hung there. She turned left and opened her bedroom door, the room inside completely empty and the curtains drawn. The walls were of a very bright, pale pink; the paint on the slanted ceiling had begun to peel. Magic exited the room when she found nothing left in there, the door snapping shut behind her just as she heard a deep, muffled honk issuing from the street outside—the van was here.
She hurried downstairs to find her father standing in the hallway, smiling broadly.
David McFee was wearing the same black overcoat and black bowler hat he wore to work every day. He had the same dark hair that Magic had but a different set of eyes—a pair of dazzling dark brown.
“Have you finished packing yet, or do you need more time?” he asked, his eyes scanning over what he could see of the house, checking how much packing they had left. He seemed satisfied.
“Yeah, we’ve finished,” answered Magic.
“Well then, the moving van is outside,” said Mr McFee.
Magic stepped over the threshold and onto the landing outside where a large, white van was waiting for them.
It took about an hour to move all their essential belongings into the van, most of them packed in cardboard shipping boxes. They stacked them neatly in rows and columns before slamming the van doors shut with an exhausted sigh.
Once all their items were settled, Mrs McFee brought out some sandwiches and orange juice on a large, round silver tray. They munched happily on the doorstep just as the sun began to dip down below the horizon, the sky turning from periwinkle to salmon orange.
“Are you excited for school?” Mr McFee asked Magic after he’d eaten his fill.
Magic’s stomach knotted nervously. She hadn’t given her new school much thought; she refused to think about it and get herself worked up over the pain and struggle of trying to make new friends.
“I don’t know, I guess…” she replied hesitantly.
“Well, I really do hope you’ll like it,” sighed Mr McFee.
They swivelled the last of their orange juice and gobbled down the final bits of their sandwiches before packing up the tray. Magic stared fleetingly through the door of her house one final time, before her father locked up the front door, the keys clinking against each other.
They finally hopped into the car and made sure everything was with them, before Mr McFee turned the key in the ignition, and the car engine rumbled. Magic stared at her house as it grew smaller and further away from her, not taking her eyes off it before they turned a corner, and it vanished.
By six o’clock arrived, the sky had deepened to a clear mauve, few white flecks starting to appear, twinkling mysteriously. As Magic stared out the car window, her face in her hand, it became harder to assess the views outside. Everything came and went in dark, blurry shadows, her eyes giving up completely.
Magic laid her head against her seat and stared up at the skies. More stars had appeared since she had last inspected the night sky, and she couldn’t help thinking about the future, although she knew she would regret it later when her mood dropped significantly.
Magic had no idea how she was supposed to settle in, or how long it would take her if she was going to at all. She had always cringed at the idea of trying to make friends, because she had always just had them. She wasn’t exactly used to being alone all the time, and, although she was afraid to admit it to anybody but herself, she felt a slight twinge of fear in the pit of her stomach at the unknown. She had not the slightest idea of what to expect, so for now, she held her breath.
She tucked these thoughts at the back of her mind because she was well aware of the danger of letting herself think too long… the long marathons of time she spent thinking about things that worried her always left her downcast by the end of it. Instead, she tried to focus on the music her mother was happily singing along to. She smiled, and felt her eyelids becoming heavier, and heavier…
Magic’s mind drifted off in a deep slumber, where her thoughts couldn’t disturb her any longer—they failed to find a way to sneak into her dreams.
While she lay there sleeping peacefully in the backseat, the sky continued to fade from mauve to a beautiful, glossy black—more white flecks appeared, twinkling fiercely against the dark horizon. The moon beamed so pearly white that, despite their beauty, the stars looked like mere sparks next to it—they could not compete with the proud glow of the stunning white orb, floating high above the world.
They continued to twist and turn through the dark English neighbourhoods. It was so perfectly tranquil, it seemed like the whole city was asleep—it was night’s turn to open its eyes.
The car began to slow down—the sudden change in speed caused Magic to jerk awake. Her eyes stung and watered, but she blinked back the moisture, lifting her forehead from the backseat window.
As Magic rubbed her head gently, she stared through the glass as they slowly pulled into a driveway. She leaned closer to the window eagerly, and, in the glowing rays of the headlights, she could just make out a front lawn of crispy, damp green grass. But, before she could analyse anything else, the engine cut off, the lights turned out and the car’s rumbling ceased.
David McFee turned round in the front seat to face Magic, grinning. Magic sat up straight.
“Home sweet home,” he murmured.
Magic smiled before there was a click as she tugged at the car door, and a slam as she heaved it shut.
Magic ran a hand through her sweaty hair, the cool evening breeze seeping through her locks and cooling the back of her