Djinn Book 2: Where There's Smoke

By A.R. Moler

After Dale Edinger’s eccentric aunt passed away, she left him with a house full of clutter mixed with magical items and a djinn named Riadh. With his own history and a set of rules that make it impossible for him to be freed, Riadh now belongs to Dale. But when your skills at magic are one step above non-existent, you need a teacher.

Now Dale’s on the hunt for a teacher so he’ll not only learn how to wield magic, but will also be able to protect Riadh. Unfortunately, his options are limited. Who poses the greater risk -- a dragon with uncertain motives, or a big city mage who'd like to add Riadh to his own collection of possessions?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Nov 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781611528664

A.R. Moler

A.R. Moler is a chemistry professor at a community college, a homeschooling mom and an avid science fiction fan. She is a devotee of first hand research for her writing whenever possible and to this end has - learned to fire a handgun, been rappelling, ridden with both EMS and the police, flown a helicopter, bought a motorcycle and learned to ride it. She has traveled to nearly all the places where her stories are set and taken hundreds of photos for documentation. She has been writing since her high school years, but only recently has become published. Her website can be found at http://armoler.com

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Djinn Book 2: Where There’s Smoke

By A.R. Moler

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Copyright 2015 A.R. Moler

ISBN 9781611528664

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Djinn Book 2: Where There’s Smoke

By A.R. Moler

Chapter 1

If I say the words and use the crystal, the candle will light, Dale Edinger told himself. He sat slouched on the sofa of the den with his late Aunt Mildred’s grimoire in his lap. At first glance the thing looked like a binder full of recipes, instead it was a book of spells and notations on magical items. Maybe he should ask Riadh for advice on the spell. No, damn it, it was only a spell for lighting a candle. If it didn’t work, it was no big deal. Riadh would probably give him one of those slow, amused smiles. God, the idea of being pressed up against Riadh sent a wave of warmth through Dale. The dusky tan of Riadh’s skin, the long lithe body, the firm curve of his ass…Dale shook his head, refocusing on the binder in his lap. He had placed a fat pillar candle on the coffee table and pushed the table several feet from him. The crystal he had found in an empty cool whip container along with a few feathers and some other stones.

Dale held the crystal out in front of him, aimed at the candle, and said, Heat of the sun, burning bright, create the flame, hold back the night.

Nothing.

In frustration he double checked the page with the spell to see if he had used an incorrect word. Nope, it didn’t look like…he smelled smoke. Glancing back toward the table, he saw a flicker of flame on the curtains hanging in the window behind the table.

Aah! He leaped up and ripped the curtain down, flinging it to the floor and stomping on it, until it was an ashy heap of slightly smoldering fabric.

What happened? Riadh came into the room.

Dale wanted to crawl under the sofa in embarrassment. Riadh was the djinn he’d inherited when his aunt had died, along with a house stuffed with an insane mix of junk, antiques, and magical items. Riadh lived in a shoebox for ladies pumps when he wasn’t helping Dale try to clear the house of the junk. How was that for a brain twist? I…I thought I would try out the candle lighting spell.

And apparently had a glitch, said Riadh. Do you want me to fix it? He pointed at the half burnt curtain on the floor.

Yeah, please.

Riadh wiggled his fingers and the curtain was suddenly intact and hanging in the window again. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking at Dale.

Okay, spit it out. I deserve it, Dale said.

I thought we had an agreement that you wouldn’t try any of the spell work unless I over saw the attempt.

I know. It seemed like a simple thing. I figured that at worst, it just wouldn’t light.

Magic is less predictable than you might think, Riadh said. On a positive note, there’s a message on the website from someone offering to teach you.

Did they give a name?

"No, just a log in ID, but I think it’s someone that Mistress Mildred corresponded with a few times. He