The Library of Atlantis: Uncollected Anthology, #5

By Dean Wesley Smith

Poker Boy specializes in asking stupid questions. But sometimes even stupid questions need answers.

To save the fabric of all things from unraveling, whatever that means, Poker Boy must go to the Library of Atlantis and do something that no one ever accomplished before.  

Poker Boy saves all things. Again!

Part of Magical Libraries, an Uncollected Anthology.

 "[The Poker Boy] series is unlike anything else out there. It's quirky and a lot of fun."
—Amazing Stories

• Language: English
• Publisher: WMG Publishing
• Release date: May 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386772934

Dean Wesley Smith

Considered one of the most prolific writers working in modern fiction, USA TODAY bestselling writer, Dean Wesley Smith published far over a hundred novels in forty years, and hundreds of short stories across many genres. He currently produces novels in four major series, including the time travel Thunder Mountain novels set in the old west, the galaxy-spanning Seeders Universe series, the urban fantasy Ghost of a Chance series, and the superhero series staring Poker Boy. During his career he also wrote a couple dozen Star Trek novels, the only two original Men in Black novels, Spider-Man and X-Men novels, plus novels set in gaming and television worlds.

Book preview

ONE

There is a god of the Internet? I asked, knowing instantly that my blurted out question was flat stupid. Of course there was, there was a god for everything that existed it seemed.

Stan, the God of Poker and my direct boss, just gave me the look he always gives me when I have asked a question beyond my normal stupid. Then he shook his head. He had on his usual gray sweater vest, gray slacks and open shirt, also a non-color. Stan was the dullest dresser I had ever met and he never altered what he wore.

Of course, I wasn’t much better considering I only wore jeans, a dress shirt, a black leather coat and a fedora-like hat. I considered the coat and hat my superpower costume. Stan shook his head every time I mentioned that as well.

Patty, aka Front Desk Girl and my girlfriend, patted my leg and laughed lightly. She had her long brown hair pulled back and had on a wonderful white blouse and tan slacks. She had added color to the outfit with a turquoise necklace and earrings. When she patted my leg like that, I knew the question was beyond stupid.

I started to ask who it was, then just shut my mouth and decided one foot in my mouth at a time was enough, especially right before lunch on a warm summer’s day.

The three of us were sitting in the large diner booth in the center of my office. My office was invisible