The Wizardry Consulted (Wiz, Book 4)
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Computer programmer extraordinaire "Wiz" Zumwalt, the man who mastered magic, has been taken prisoner by the dragons, who demand a piece of the magical action. What's a Wiz to do?
hereabouts don't want you to solve their problems. They want to stake you out like a pig at a barbecue." "I can't run away," Wiz said simply. "I've got to stay, don't you see?" "I see they're right," Malkin said. "Them as says wizards is all cracked." She was right, he knew. The smart thing would be to magic himself out of the place, walk the Wizard's Way back to the castle and return with enough help to clean up the whole situation. But he couldn't do that. He just couldn't. There had to be a
Baggot Place and that's a fact," Malkin replied, tossing and catching something shiny as she strode along, her long legs letting her match Wiz stride for stride. "Then why are all these people coming this way? Don't they know they're headed toward the dragon, not away from it?" "Course they know," Malkin said. "They want to see the show." "The show?" "The dragon burning down the farm. Or maybe even you destroying the dragon." The way she said it made it obvious which way Malkin thought it
was a more effective way. Llewllyn, recognizing an opportunity, made a small gesture with his right hand. A sparkle of rainbow light flashed from his finger tips. Several of the councilors gasped and he smiled like a toothpaste commercial. "There," said Dieter triumphantly. "You see?" "Oh it's all very well, I suppose," Wiz said carelessly. "Quite remarkable, really, considering." "You can, of course, do better?" Dieter shot back. Wiz smiled at the venomous little man. "Well, since you ask .
to be the expert." "Yeah, but I've noticed the people around here don't talk much about dragons, or even seem to know very much about them." "They don't know because they don't want to know. As far as most folks hereabouts are concerned the time you learn anything about dragons is usually when someone gets eaten." "Still, there must be someone." "Well now, since you mention it, there is one fellow who probably knows more than most." "I wonder if I can talk to him." Malkin shrugged. "Easy
exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. I need something to help me maintain my position." Thoughts of a palace coup flashed through Wiz's mind. "Maintain your position?" "With this new executive committee. I need something to increase my dignity," the mayor said. Wiz thought about suggesting a face-lift and a personality transplant, but he decided against it. Wiz shrugged. "Well, I'm not much on public speaking." "Oh, but you handled that presentation wonderfully," the mayor said.