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Walking up the steps of one of the five pieces of old stone wall sat in Castle Cove, Sabella stepped forward through the portal door and by doing so becomes the new sorceress and protector of the element orbs. Evil has escaped from its icy tomb, and now darkness will rain down from the heavens once more. On her journey, she will be joined by a strange band of characters, from robots to a mad scientist. She will learn new magical powers in her quest to find and protect the element orbs. The battle will be fought on a distant planet. The war between good and evil will be won or lost across many galaxies on a planet called Earth. The New Sorceress is the key and life itself is in the balance.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	31 janvier 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528957212
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Castle Cove
The New Sorceress
Leabo Jangles
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-01-31
Castle Cove About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgment Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26
About the Author
The author was born on the Isle of Wight, making him a true caulkhead. His childhood was full of adventures. A lot of the coastline he played along as a child hasn’t changed and still gives him great inspiration for his books, as he can sit on the same pieces of old stonewall or climb the worn-out steps like the character in his book does, the same way he did all those years ago as a child.
Dedication
Dedicated, with love, to my wife, Claire. This book would have not been possible without her love and support.
Copyright Information ©
Leabo Jangles (2020)
The right of Leabo Jangles to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528901918 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781528901925 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781528957212 (ePub e-book)
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2020)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
25 Canada Square
Canary Wharf
London
E14 5LQ
Acknowledgment
I would like to thank everyone at Austin Macauley for their belief in me and my book.
Chapter 1
Professor Billingham quickly made his way down a hallway which was poorly lit by flickering lamps. His long, drawn-out coat was warm and shabby, flowing out behind him as he carried his tatty briefcase by his side.
Reaching the library door, he tapped it twice with haste, turning the sea serpent doorknob.
“Professor, I am so glad you managed to get here so quickly,” said Mr Wolverton, his voice quivering as he held out a hand with anticipation to greet his dear old friend. The Professor looked over the top of his bifocals with a serious gaze.
“Your telephone message sounded urgent. I take it that is still the case?” said Professor Billingham, sounding out of breath as he reached for a chair nearby.
A very eccentric Mr Wolverton turned and walked over to the corner of his library to an orderly stack of charts.
“I’m afraid so,” Mr Wolverton said as he knelt down, moving the charts to one side, revealing a very old chest, carved with strange markings. The chest was held together by thick, sturdy metal straps nailed down solid. Grasping one of the handles carefully, he pulled it out from its hiding place. Mr Wolverton was forced to drag it across the floor, struggling as he lifted the chest up onto the table. Walking to another part of the room, he looked amongst countless books upon shelves, stacked from floor to ceiling. Many were of great importance. As the light changed, the books appeared in many shapes and sizes of great proportion telling stories of outer space and the mysteries of the deep sea.
Climbing up the steps, Mr Wolverton slid around on the step rail, holding on he reached out balancing himself pulling one from the shelves. His heart was racing as he turned the blank front cover only to discover inside, a key cut into the pages which was long and appeared rusty with age. Removing it, he replaced the book and carefully stepped down making his way back over to the table. Looking at the Professor who gave him a nod with an uneasy, troubled expression, he pushed the key into the lock halfway before a complex sequence of levers clicked and moved into place. There was a rotation mechanism as he pulled the key free, lifting the lid.
In that moment, an intense blaze of light filled the room, so dazzling that both men looked away until their eyes had adjusted. Slowly, they leaned forward, peering in. What they witnessed together at that moment they had watched countless times before; however, each time they were amazed at its beauty for there in front of them lay a glass orb. The orb hovered in the middle of the chest filled with a light so great, as it turned into a mass of flaming orange fire. It appeared so strong that the glow made the two men turn away after just a few moments.
Professor Billingham reached deep into his shabby briefcase, pulling out a pair of goggles with thick, dark lenses that withstood extreme light. Once he had positioned them protecting his eyes, he leaned forward and peered back into the chest. All the time Mr Wolverton paced the room, arms crossed, trying not to fear the worst. It was five minutes more before the Professor looked up, took off his goggles and reached into his shirt pocket pulling out his hanky. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he appeared as though the sun had gazed upon him too long, red-faced leaving two white circles where his goggles had been. Stuffing his hanky back into his pocket, he looked at his friend who was eagerly waiting for an answer.
“Well, I am certain there is something; it is very hard to make sense of it at the moment. I’m not sure if it means anything or not,” said Professor Billingham.
“Yes, Professor, but it’s never changed before; it has always stayed the same showing us both orange and yellow fire. There has never been a shadow of darkness captured in the middle,” questioned Mr Wolverton.
“I understand what you’re saying. Normally, I would be the first to agree with you, but this could have happened before without anyone realising. You, your father, and even your grandfather may not have noticed it. It may not have shown itself to you.”
“But it worries me, Professor. The darkness in the orb, even if it is tiny, something may be happening on the other side. I’m sure of it,” said Mr Wolverton.
The Professor closed the lid firmly on the chest; the light gradually disappeared as he turned to face his friend.
“If you are certain, you must prepare Ashlee as they may need her quicker than first thought. You must be ready to send her through,” said Professor Billingham.
Mr Wolverton with strain in his face and holding his head in his hands said, “I have feared this day all my life. Deep down I wished it would have skipped my generation, hoping it would never happen.” The Professor paced up and down the room rubbing his chin.
“If your fears are right, then we are entering an unknown time and no amount of reading will help prepare Ashlee for what could happen. In the meantime, I will phone the university and take urgent leave. Then I can be close by if something does happen.”
“Thank you, Professor. I feel much happier having you nearby,” sighed Mr Wolverton as he placed his hand upon his friend’s shoulder.
“From tomorrow, I will take Ashlee down to the beach in preparation for the opening of the door. Maybe we should break the news to Mrs Rose.”
Chapter 2
Sabella and Ashlee finished their first meal of the day. Breakfast consisted of eggy bread with freshly squeezed orange juice which was Sabella’s favourite and a family tradition . As they both got down from the table, Mrs Rose turned around from the kitchen sink wearing her apron. Always wearing gloves to protect her overlong fingernails, she was a tall lady with long wispy grey hair, pale skin and her blue eyes sparkled. Mrs Rose had a love for flowery dresses, whatever the occasion and felt happiest at home in the kitchen. To her it was the hub of the home where everyone came to eat, talk and be a family. There was nothing more she loved than spending her days baking and coming up with new recipes. The wonderful smell would waft through the house of fresh bread and cakes, her speciality being a fine Victoria sponge cake, homemade jam and that all important secret ingredient.
“Now, listen, girls, you’re not to go too far as Mr Wolverton has asked us to spend time at the beach today for a picnic. So, only as far as the garden please,” said Mrs Rose as she began putting together the hamper.
As Ashlee skipped her way down through the house, she called Bosen, the basenji who jumped from his bed and scampered down the hallway narrowly missing Professor Billingham who had come to see Mr Wolverton. On his way to the library, he peered around the kitchen door.
“Morning,” he said, sniffing the air. “That smells delicious.”
Mrs Rose smiled as she looked up.
“Morning, Professor, and before you ask, yes that is fresh bread you can smell, would you like some with your morning tea?”
“Now, how could I ever turn that down, even though I am supposed to be trying to lose some weight? You wouldn’t happen to have any of that wonderful jam?” chuckled the Professor as he brought his hands up and rubbed his big round potbelly.
Mrs Rose roared with laughter.
“Head down to the library. I will bring it down shortly; you’re in luck as I have just made a new batch.”
Inhaling the lovely smell once more, he turned and headed off to where Mr Wolverton was waiting impatiently for him.
In the garden, Sabella was busy preparing her kite. Running along carelessly, she gave the string a sharp tug as it soared into the air, rising high on the warm, early morning breeze. Now twelve years old, Sabella was tall, with long dark brown hair that always got tangled in the breeze and had piercing blue eyes that shone in the bright morning sunshine. She was beautiful and growing into her mother, Mrs Rose.
Ashlee, her sister, was slightly plump in her appearance with a head of thick red hair and dark ha