The Crypt of the Undead Sorcerer and Other Vacation Spots

By Berin Stephens

Myrick not only has to deal with a new partner and the fear of a haunted valley, but he also encounters the greatest danger of all: a brainless barbarian with a really big sword.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Berin Stephens
• Release date: Jul 13, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476056883

Berin Stephens

Berin grew up in Chugiak, Alaska. He is a professional saxophone performer and teacher. He currently lives in Orem, Utah with his wife and five children. He has two books out. The first is The Dragon War Relic, a young adult fantasy/sci-fi/comedy about a 16 year old boy who is given a mysterious ring that, when he puts it on, summons an Ogre from outer space. His latest book, Time Gangsters, is a middle grade urban fantasy about two 12 year old cousins who discover magical Egyptian coins buried in their bedroom walls and that there are gangsters traveling through time from 1927 to get them back. Both books are published by Cedar Fort.

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The Crypt of the Undead Sorcerer

and Other Vacation Spots

Tales of Myrick

the (not so)

Magnificent

Berin L. Stephens

The Crypt of the Undead Sorcerer and Other Vacation Spots

Copyright © 2012 Berin L. Stephens

Smashwords Edition

Special thanks to:

James E. Curwen, cover artist

http://jamesecurwen.blogspot.com/

and

Jaleta Clegg, editing

http://www.jaletac.com/

People keep asking me why my feet glow in the dark. I used to hide it by wearing high boots and thick socks but I grew tired of that. And so, I shall endeavor to explain once and for all how this happened in the hopes that people will quit asking me about them. Please quit staring (I hate that).

It happened back when I was a message carrier in Fringolia during the reign of Frankfurt the Fifth. It wasn't a glorious job, but it allowed me to see the country and meet lots of people. Of course, most of those people wanted to rob me, hurt me, eat me, or use me as part of a magic experiment. Cantoria is a rough world.

I had only been on the job for a few weeks but had already been promoted to second lowest in rank when a new kid joined the message carrier squad. He was a wiry little guy and stood six inches shorter than me; I’m only five foot two. His name was Brutus, but we just called him Nut-boy. He had this annoying habit of eating nuts in his bed after everyone else had gone