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Lynne Howard's spell is dazzling, and readers will be powerless to resist it.Nicholas Maes, author of 'Laughing Wolf' In a stunning debut, Lynne Howard's 'Dylan Dover: Into the Vortex' casts a potent reader's charm over all youngsters clamouring for a new supernatural hero. Dylan believes he is a typical twelve-year-old until he stumbles into a vortex that miraculously transports him to the immortal dimension, a parallel universe. Dylan not only learns that he is a warlock, but he also discovers a twin brother, extraordinary powers, and a secret prophecy that seems to have Dylan and his family at its crux. Dylan, along with his brother and their new-found wizard friend Thea, begin to unravel the mystery that surrounds their birth and the danger that threatens immortals and humans alike.

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Date de parution	01 juillet 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781839785009
Langue	English
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DYLAN DOVER:
INTO THE VORTEX
Lynne Howard
Book I of a series

Dylan Dover: Into the Vortex
Published by The Conrad Press Ltd. in the United Kingdom 2022
Tel: +44(0)1227 472 874
www.theconradpress.com
info@theconradpress.com
ISBN 978-1-839785-00-9
Copyright © Lynne Howard, 2022
All rights reserved.
Typesetting and Cover Design by: Charlotte Mouncey, www.bookstyle.co.uk
The Conrad Press logo was designed by Maria Priestley.

For Andrew, Matthew, Jessie and Dylan – thank you for your love, support, encouragement, inspiration and patience. This would not have been possible without you.

PROLOGUE
HUMAN CALENDAR: APRIL 1521
S ilence hung heavily over the four leaders, who gathered together in this secret place. They were the only ones who knew, and therefore the responsibility to decide what should be done fell to them alone. Their new world, only in its infancy and still so vulnerable, depended upon the goodwill of its citizens and peace was still not assured in the aftermath of war which had raged for so long.
The room was dark, hidden deep beneath the surface where they would not be discovered. A scroll hovered motionless before them and gave off a faint shimmer of light which was the only illumination in the otherwise blackened chamber. The four read and then read again the words which had been revealed to only them mere hours before.
Finally, the one named Alexia spoke her thoughts. ‘We cannot hide this. The truth must be known. Our citizens must be informed so that we can collectively watch for signs.’
Her superior, Callista slowly nodded in assent. ‘Perhaps you are right, Alexia. I was wise to have chosen you as my advisor.’
‘No!’ came the vehement response from another. He could not feel the warmth of the stone which pressed against his cold skin, but a familiar voice crooned to him softly inside his mind and he knew exactly what to say. ‘With the greatest of respect to you, Callista and to you Alexia, I must strongly oppose any suggestion of alerting others to this prophecy. We should be the only ones who are aware of this possible threat to our world. We are powerful enough to be able to contain the peril to our people, if and when it comes to fruition. We have many resources we can utilize, which can alert us to signs of impending danger, without having to reveal this to anyone.’
‘Baltazar, I agree with your assessment,’ replied the other commander. ‘Callista, you and I have both chosen our closest advisors well. Baltazar and Alexia are clearly great assets to the realm, but I believe as their advice is so opposed, that it shall have to be you and I alone who make this decision. Shall we discuss this elsewhere, my friend?’
Callista smiled wryly at being referred to as a friend by Atticus, who during the civil war had been her greatest enemy. They had been the leaders of the opposing armies. She moved closer to him and stood directly in his path in order to look deeply into his eyes. The limited amount of light radiating from the scroll was enough for her to determine that Atticus was genuine in his request, and she nodded her assent.
They grasped hands, Callista’s dainty and pale, Atticus’ strong and dark. Their physical appearances could not have been more different but their powers were almost equally formidable. In an instant, they were gone.
Baltazar and Alexia remained rooted where they stood. They did not move. They did not speak. Each knew the other’s position, and each was convinced that the other was dreadfully wrong. And they waited.
It didn’t take long. Callista and Atticus reemerged with a decision. It was Callista who spoke. ‘We have determined that our society is too fragile at this time to receive this prophecy, if in fact it is as such. As leaders of the realm, we shall assume full responsibility to watch for any signs of its actualization. Baltazar, we are entrusting you to oversee the addition of any new members to our society, and to supervise the vortex of those who enter and depart. Alexia, you shall assist Baltazar in any way he requires. None of us shall speak of the prophecy to others. Any information that must be shared will be done here and here alone. It is imperative that this revelation not be leaked. That is our ruling.’
‘The prophecy must be hidden away immediately. We cannot risk it being found by others,’ commanded Atticus.
He approached the scroll which remained suspended in the air. The words were inscribed in flawless Latin, but Atticus easily translated the text into a language that they could all understand. And he read its contents out loud once to commit it to their memories, for it would not be seen again until or unless there were signs that it was coming true.
Hear now mighty rulers beware and take heed
The world you have created may not succeed.
Peace is so fragile, it’s so easily torn
Your fate rests upon those who’ve not yet been born.
Together their powers are like no other
When passed through the hands of brother to brother.
Yet completeness eludes the powers of three
The last burning element, she too must be.
The power that heals, the power that destroys
Your fate to be sealed by one girl and three boys.
An unusual birth for they shall arrive
All on the same day and yet all shall survive.
Your world created shall be saved or no more
It shall be determined by siblings of four.
Look to the heavens and the stars that align
For the kings of three plus one more is the sign.
Atticus held his hands together as if in prayer, in front of the scripture. Then his hands split apart and wrapped themselves around the scroll until they came together on the other side. He closed his eyes and focused completely on the task at hand. Bits of rock and metal magically appeared and surrounded his hands. The pieces were shaking violently and rattled against each other, as if they were clamoring to move forward.
Atticus once more traced a circle round the scroll with his hands, bringing them back together where they had started. Then he took a step back. Once his hands were out of the way, the thousands of fragments forged together and created a vault around the parchment. With the prophecy safely encased in its magical tomb, Atticus once more waved his hands, and the vault disappeared.
‘As leaders of this new immortal world, we are placing our complete and utter trust in you both, our deputies. We need your help to ensure that our vision of a peaceful society is fulfilled. One where all immortals, of any faction can exist in the open, without having to hide away any longer from humans. But like all new societies, ours is still very vulnerable. The scars of our civil war have not yet healed. This prophecy, if known, would cause our old disputes to arise once again, and we cannot risk that. We are confident in your loyalty. We shall not return here again, unless there is need to discuss the prophecy and we shall not mention it ever again, unless it becomes necessary to do so. Understood?’ Callista demanded.
‘Yes,’ Baltazar and Alexia replied in perfect unison. ‘Yes,’ whispered the voice inside Baltazar’s head. Then the four leaders of the immortal world returned to their society to govern the newly formed realm.

CHAPTER ONE
HUMAN CALENDAR: SEPTEMBER 2006
‘R eus’, the voice hissed menacingly into his ear. ‘You must not fail. If you disappoint me, you know what the consequences shall be...’ the words trailed off and then his superior abruptly turned on his heels and left Reus alone in the hallway.
Reus stood still for a moment to control the trembling that threatened to overtake him and give away his sense of fear to those who he would soon encounter. Any slip up could ruin Baltazar’s plan and would result in Reus’ immediate and very painful death. Reus had been under Baltazar’s control for centuries and knew with complete certainty that he was expendable and easily replaced. His continued existence depended upon successful implementation of this plan, which had been in the works for many months. Reus steadied himself for another moment before he entered the birthing chamber.
On the table lay Maggie Warston, her distended stomach protruding higher than it seemed possible. Her nervous husband, Ben sat by her side squeezing her hand. The Master Deliverer had not yet arrived, which gave Reus a short time for introductions. He approached the couple and noted Maggie’s anxious yet elated expression. She was eagerly anticipating the birth of multiples. In the world of the supernatural, doctors like those that exist in the human world are unnecessary; however, those with exceptional powers were still needed to help heal immortals from traumatic injuries that could occur. Delivering one child or even twins would not likely cause any major injuries to the mother, but triplets or the even more unusual situation of four or more infants at the same time was a rare occurrence. Immortal children, even those yet to be born, had magical abilities which sometimes cloaked the presence of additional babies. For these unusual deliveries, the need for someone with strong powers to save the mother or any of the children should a problem arise was a precaution that the parents usually insisted upon, and for which Baltazar rejoiced. This made his plan to monitor unusual births that much simpler than if the parents had desired a home birth without intervention.
‘So, the day has finally arrived. Congratulations to you both,’ smiled Reus at the soon to be parents. ‘I am Officer Eldonik, representative from the Ministry of Population and Census. I am here to record the births and report them on your behalf.’
‘Yes, we were informed that a government official would be here,’ replied Ben in a clipped tone. He was clearly irritated at a stranger being present for