MAGI LEGEND
The Complete Magi Saga
By
Andrew Dobell
The book is Copyright © to Andrew Dobell, Creative Edge Studios Ltd, 2019.
No part of this book may be reproduced without prior permission of the copyright holder.
All locations, events, and characters within this book are either fictitious, or have been fictionalised for the purposes of this book.
Welcome to the Magi Saga
This is a collection of the entire first of of the Magi Saga, bringing together the first 7 books of the Magi Saga into a single volume.
The story of Amanda has always been a labour of love for me, which is why these books have been revised and updated everal times, bringing them into this final version.
I hope you enjoy reading Amanda’s story as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
Acknowledgements
For my Grandfather, who was a continual inspiration and support. I miss you, and this is for you.
Thank you to my wife and family for their love and tolerance and help. You make everything worthwhile.
Thank you to my old gaming friends, you guys have inspired this story more than you can know. I have some of the best memories from those hours sitting at the gaming table.
Thank you to my Editors Julie Hall, CP Bialois, and Hanna Elizabeth. Your input has been amazing, thank you.
Thank you to Vicki Blatchley for being my cover model.
Dedication
For my boys, my kids, I love you!
Language
I’m a British author living in Britain, and I write in British English with British spellings. ;-)
Booklist
For full list of Andrew Dobells Books, visit his website at;
http://www.andrewdobellauthor.co.uk/booklist
Table of Contents
Welcome to the Magi Saga
Acknowledgements
Booklist
Table of Contents
Amanda-Jane Page
MAGI DAWN
Prologue
Epiphany
The Inquisitor
A chance meeting
Revelation
Acquisition
Investigation
Apprenticeship
Visits
Body and Spirit
Angel
Orphanage
Broken
Legacy
Blood Bath
Ball
Escape
Dig
Liberation
Boarding Action
Moving on
Epilogue
MAGI RISING
Prologue
Chase
Arrival
Death Sentence
The Jade Palace
Reassigned
House Call
The Morning After
A New Player
Surveillance
Vendetta
Hostile Takeover
Bureaucracy
Antarctic Trek
Ritual
New Information
One Woman Army
Pit Fight
Taking stock
Epilogue 1
Epilogue 2
MAGI OMEN
Fallen Angels
Working Girl
Opening Salvo
Is the grass greener?
Jade Crusade
Holy Plans
Orb
The L.A. Gambit
Park Life
Curiosity
Generals Gambit
New Management
Cold News
Ball of Destiny
New Lead
Promotion
Meltdown
Home again
Cold Trail
Under the Sea
Dark Information
Black Dawn
Epilogue 1
Reawakening
Epilogue 2
Taking stock
MAGI EDGE
Prologue
Prologue 2
Crossing
Encounter in the Pit
Dark Meeting
Black Seas
Praise you
The Divine Agent
Back to Business
A Council of Opinions
Absence
Deal with the Devil
Checking in & Checking out
Hostile Take Over
Coming to Terms
Searching
Warsaw Whispers
Three’s a crowd?
Strategy
Evicted
About Face
All pile on
Forbidden Fruit
Meeting
House Invasion
Resistance
Italian Hunt
Arrest
Hostage
Interrogation
The Cost of Freedom
Infinities’ Edge
Epilogue
MAGI ODYSSEY
Crossroads in Time
Lundenwic
Graceful Phoenix
The Apprentice
The Truth
New Life
The Legacy
The Artifact
Final Fight
Sentinels
Friday the Thirteenth
Campaign
Tinder Box
Party Crasher
Music and Révolution
Hunters
Raven
Resistance
Closing the Circle
Epic Calling
Shadows of Darkness
Black Dawn
Infinities’ Edge
Everything’s Cyclical
Epilogue
MAGI DESCENT
Prologue
The Visitor
Intruder Alert
Voodoo Hunt
Home Again, Home Again
Hard Target
Telling the Tale
Frustration
The Calm
Proof
Breadcrumbs
The Gloves Are Off
Service
Resurrection
Hackers Attacked
Consequences
No Sanctuary
One Step Behind
Whispers of the Dead
Breakthrough
Answers
Torn
Black Attack
Condemned
Descent
Sentinels
Released
Endgame
Endings and Beginnings
MAGI REBIRTH
From the Jaws of Defeat…
Regroup
An Old Friend
Ultima Thule
Lineage
Castle Under Siege
Beginnings
Into the Abyss
New Life
Duat
Prophecy and Legacy
Escape
An Offer of Help
Rebirth
Future Whispers
The Sigil
Family Ties
Basilica
One Giant Leap
Endings and Beginnings
The Message
The Witch is Dead…
Booklist
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MAGI DAWN
The Magi Saga
Book 1
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Prologue
Cairo, Egypt
Irfan ran through the streets of Cairo, his heart pounding, his adre
nalin pumping. Everything was making him jump. Every shadow in the night seemed like it was another monster about to attack him, drag him down a dark alleyway, and eat him alive.
He’d been like this for the last few days as he’d rode hard through the desert to get away from… He didn’t know what it was he was trying to escape, but he’d seen it. That thing. That monster, that demon. He’d seen what it had done, and now he just wanted to get away.
He’d sold that damn tablet he’d found at the camp. He felt sure it was cursed. The market trader he’d sold it to had just laughed at him and made some comment about amateur tomb raiders or something.
Irfan didn’t care what the trader said. He knew what he’d seen, and he didn’t ever want to see it again.
But tonight, wandering through the dark streets, past shadowy people, his nerves had gotten the better of him. He saw danger and monsters everywhere, and in that last alleyway, something had grabbed his leg. He was sure of it, and that was the final straw.
He ran around a corner and saw one of the city’s Catholic churches. There, he thought, no demon would follow him in there. Irfan ran and crashed through the door, only to stumble and fall to the mosaic floor. He groaned in pain.
“My son,” said a friendly male voice. “What seems to be the problem?”
Irfan looked up to see a priest standing beside him, looking down with concern etched into the lines of his face.
“Oh, thank God. Please, you have to help me. The demon, it’s after me, I’m sure of it. Please… Please...” he sobbed,tears running down his cheeks.
“Demon?” the priest asked.
“Yes, the demon with the bighorn. It’s coming, Father. It’s going to kill me! Please, can you help?”
Epiphany
Manhattan, New York
Walking towards the entrance of the alleyway, the man in front of her looked back and smiled. “Thanks,” he said, looking sheepish and slightly embarrassed.
“No, thank you,” she replied with a wink and a smile, as she stuffed the small stack of bills into her bag.
The man, who she knew only as Rorie, looked away and turned back to the street. He caught the eye of Stuart stood a short distance away and nodded once before striking out into the night. Stuart looked over at her with a questioning look on his face. Amanda smiled and nodded once back to him, signalling that everything was okay.
Looking back at her john as he walked up the street, a small part of her knew she would miss him just a little bit. Amanda had been making money like this for a little over a year now, coming out to these streets, meeting men who were looking for some affection, a fleeting encounter, or just some kind of release.
She didn’t get much enjoyment out of their encounters, she just went through the motions and usually, only did what was needed to get paid. It wasn’t like she’d had much choice in the matter, her options had been limited. She did have a few regulars though, men she’d come to know, lonely men who came to her for some kindness, for a human connection. Rorie was one of them. She felt sorry for him really and would try to give him what he needed. When she’d first started, she never would have believed that she’d end up caring for some of her johns.
Her clients were only human, though, with human needs and desires.
She’d toyed with telling these men that she was moving on, that she’d no longer be here, waiting for them, in a few days. Stuart had advised against it though, saying it was dangerous, there was no telling how some of them might react.
He was right.
Instead, she gave a little more of herself, a little more affection, a little more time, and a greater connection as a kind of farewell gift.
“Are you okay?” Stuart asked.
“I’m grand,” she answered in her Irish brogue. “I’m just wondering what Rorie will do when he realises I’m gone.”
“Mandy, he’s just a john. He’ll be fine. You have more important things to worry about,” Stuart replied, looking into her eyes from under his ever-present cap.
“Yeah, I know.”
“You care too much, Mandy, you really do.”
“You’ll miss me when I’m gone, so yeh will.” She smiled back at him, rubbing her neck. An alleyway was never a great place to have a fumble.
“I’ve got the other girls, I’ll be fine. You need to be with Georgie anyway. She needs you more than I do right now. Has your passport come through yet?”
“It did, it came through the other day,” she smiled.
“How is it? Did my man do a good job?”
“It looks real to me. He said it’ll get me through customs, God love him. So fingers crossed, yeh know? I was able to book the flight with it already, though, so as long as they’re not waiting for me at the airport, I think I’ll be grand.”
“I told you he does good work,” Stuart said. “So, you fly tomorrow?”
“Day after. I’ll pack tomorrow. I just can’t wait to get out there. She’s really sick, you know. They reckon any day now…” she said, her words catching in her throat at the thought of her friend. Tears welled up as she felt the emotional pain rise up again. She fought it back down, though, getting a grip on herself.
“Don’t worry, she’ll be waiting for you. I know she will. She wants to see her ‘lucky charm’ again, you’ll see,” he said. “You just get out there as quick as you can. You’ll let me know when you arrive, won’t you?”
“Of course,” she said, smiling at Stuart's use of Georgina’s nickname for her and the fake-sounding Irish accent he put on as he said it. It didn’t even vaguely resemble the terrible accent of the leprechaun in the commercials, let alone a real Irish accent like hers.
“So, are you done for the night? You don’t need to be out here, you know,” he asked.
“No. I want to stay out a bit longer. Maybe one last trick?”
“Sure,” he said as he pulled out his phone which was buzzing in his hand. He answered it, stepping away. Amanda watched him walk off before she looked down at herself. Her clothes were pulled out of shape, so she went over to the darkened window of a nearby shop and studied her reflection.
She stood around five-foot-six, not including the heels she wore tonight, and as usual when she was working the streets, she wore a short mini skirt and fitted top to ‘show off the goods’ to potential johns. She was slim, toned, and quite a buxom girl, making her one of Stuart’s busier ladies. Tonight, she wore a denim jacket over her thin black-lace top to keep from getting too chilled. After smoothing down her clothing, re-adjusting herself, and reapplying her lipstick she ran her fingers through her long, red hair. It was a strong, saturated red, a deep burgundy crimson. People often asked her where she got the dye, but she'd never dyed it in her life. She'd hated it growing up, as it made her stand out, marked her as different, but now, she kind of liked it.
Georgina had called her pretty on many occasions, but Amanda wasn’t convinced about that. It was probably the illness talking.
She stepped back from the window as Stuart approached her again and smiled.
“You look gorgeous as always, Red,” he said.
“You charmer. What are you after?” she asked.
He laughed. “Nothing,” he replied innocently.
“I bet,” she replied with mock suspicion. “I’m gonna go get myself a drink from the shop, you want one?” she asked.
“No, I’m good. Here…” he said, stepping towards her and reaching for something in his pocket. He pulled out a stack of bills and flipped a few out. “Here, take this. I won’t take it out of your share; the drink’s on me,” he said with a grin.
“Aww, thank you. I won’t be a minute,” she said.
“I’ll be over with the others,” he said, pointing over in the direction of four girls a little further up the sidewalk.
Amanda smiled, nodded, and turned to walk up the street. She was lucky, really lucky, to have Stuart out here protecting them. She hated the word pimp, even though that’s what he was. She thought of him more as t
heir protector or bodyguard than anything else. She knew she’d miss him when she left, but she also knew she didn’t want to do this anymore. Working the streets had served a purpose, it was a means to an end and that was all. It wasn’t as if it was her dream job or anything; she didn’t enjoy it. She was the lowest of the low in most people’s eyes, but she didn’t care. They didn’t know what she’d been through, and they never would.
She had regrets, sure. She wished she could have done something else, but this had been instant money when she’d needed it the most, and once she was doing it, it became harder and harder to walk away.
Georgina’s illness and the surprise inheritance had finally changed all that.
She’d get herself a drink and head back to Stuart and see how the rest of the night went. She looked back and saw Stuart walk over to the rest of his girls not too far away. Jade was the oldest, then Jenny, Naomi, and Renee who was the youngest of them. They welcomed him as he stepped up to them.
As she watched, Stuart glanced back at her. She smiled. He was still as protective as ever, she thought.
Continuing on her way, she lost herself in thoughts of what clothes she would pack and take with her to Ireland when she left in two days. As she walked past the next alleyway along, something large and dark shot out from the shadows and wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her sides and crushing her body. The force of the grip compressed her ribcage and pressed the air out of her lungs. The moment it had her, the dark shape yanked her into the alleyway, whipping her head to the side with the sudden movement.
And then it let go of her, and she was flying along the alley. Weightless for a second, Amanda watched as the concrete below her whipped past, and then rose up to meet her.
Amanda hit the ground hard. It bit into her skin, spinning her around, and suddenly she was rolling sideways, splashing through puddles of dirty water, getting bashed and bruised as she went.
Without warning, a brick wall brought her to a bone-crunching stop as she banged her head against it and she rolled back, face down into a puddle.
“Ugh,” Amanda groaned as a hundred cuts and scrapes that covered her body screamed for her attention. Placing her hands on the ground in the shallow puddle, she pushed herself up, hissing at the pain. Her lank hair fell about her face into the water that rippled with the drips that fell from her body.