The Wind Mage of Maijev: Legends of Cirena, #1

By Stephanie Flint

A wind mage in a city that hates magic...

 

Livena is a young woman living in Maijev's southern quarters, staying ahead in life by working odd jobs. When her brother entrusts her with selling a pile of books in the undercity, it seems like another normal day.

 

Until she senses a dangerous storm brewing.

 

Most would hunker down until the storm passes. But Livena's deplorable wind magic lacks control, and weathering out a storm inside only invites trouble.

 

The storm won't stay outside where it belongs.

 

If Livena can't make it home before the storm, and her magic gets exposed, it's only a matter of time before a deadly mage hunter unravels her secret.

 

Brave the storm... read "The Wind Mage of Maijev" today!

 

 

~ Each of these Legends of Cirena stories can be read stand-alone: ~

 

* The Wind Mage of Maijev (Livena)
* The Gryphon and the Mountain Bear (Nuaka)
* The Restless Sands of Neel (Ro'nor)
* The Cursed Halls of Kalecen (Hahven)
* The Scars of Her Past (Alia)
* The Dragons of the Mist (Zynia)

 

~ Crossovers (It will help to have read the previous stories involving the featured characters): ~

 

* The Wind Mage and the Wolf - Features Livena (The Wind Mage of Maijev) and Nuaka (The Gryphon and the Mountain Bear)
* The Trial of Bells and Blood - Features Hahven (The Cursed Halls of Kalecen) and Alia (The Scars of Her Past)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Infinitas Publishing
• Release date: Jan 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386027690

Stephanie Flint

Stephanie Flint (formerly Stephanie Bibb) graduated from the University of Central Missouri with a Bachelor of Science in photography and a minor in creative writing. She merged the two interests into book cover design and photographic illustration, but she particularly enjoys writing speculative fiction. Stephanie lives with her husband, Isaac. Together they plot stories in the form of tabletop role-play games, and they enjoy the occasional cosplay. Online, Stephanie often goes by the nickname of SBibb.

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The Wind Mage of Maijev

A Short Story from the Legends of Cirena

by Stephanie Flint

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2019 by Stephanie Flint

Formatting and cover design by Stephanie Flint

All rights reserved. Published by Infinitas Publishing.

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Table of Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Epilogue

Acknowledgements

Newsletter

About the Author

Also by the Author

ONE

Livena had barely staggered down the stairs from her bedroom, yawning and eyeing the day-old pastries left on the dining table before her brother, Haikov, stepped into view with a grin plastered on his face and a tower of books in his arms.

She slowed to a halt on the final stair. I take it I’m going to be making a trip to the undercity?

Haikov nodded as best he could given the mere inch of space between his chin and the top book. I got a few more books from the academy for you to take down to your bookkeeper. He unloaded the armful of books into her hands and she staggered under its weight.

What... who was cleaning their study? She waddled to the table and dropped the books, wincing as the flower vase at the center rattled.

He cracked a broad smile. The apothecary. Apparently Professor Volva finished penning a whole new textbook, so she doesn’t need these anymore. Besides, she needed room for solvents. Enen’s still paying for books, right?

Livena spared the books and various loose papers a glance. One of the pages had been chewed through by a moth—clearly not an apothecary’s notes given the staggering amount of numbers and triangles scribbled over its face. The thing had probably been dragged from the back of some professor’s closet and should have been thrown out to the sewers long before now.

But academy teachers were loathe to throw out anything that might, might, be worth something several years later. That was to say, no one would find those papers again until the professor died from age or found themselves a better office. At sixteen, Livena was still too young—not to mention poor—to enroll in the academy, but her two older brothers who worked there—and the bookkeeper, Enen—told her plenty of tales to keep her mind occupied.

She cleared her throat. I’m not sure outdated textbooks are that helpful, but Enen will probably find some use for them.

Maybe. She suspected he might discard the loose pages unless something caught his eye. He was ever fascinated with Maijevan academia. For one, it was decades ahead of what the elderly professor taught in Memnar. For another, Maijevan research didn’t rely on magic. Everything taught and learned was strictly possible without those cursed ribbons of magic interfering with the results.

Haikov shrugged and clapped her on the back. I’ll be sure to pass along the information to Professor Volva. Maybe we’ll get a few more books to sell. He winked, snagged a puff pastry from the table, and then took a thoughtful bite as Livena carefully maneuvered the books into her leather satchel by the door. She glanced to the ox horn window. If the bright yellow light casting fuzzy squares on the floor was to be trusted, there wasn’t a cloud in sight. No need to worry about the books getting wet, though her bag was oiled against light rain and water.

Once she wrapped the plaited leather cord of the bag’s cover in place around the decorative metal wolf pin at the satchel’s base, she slung the bag over her shoulder. I should be back before dinner, provided there are no events in the market that slow me down.

Haikov licked his fingers of the berry pastry. Sure. But I did hear the dock men say something about a storm coming, so you might not want to take longer than you have to. I know how well you like your storms. He tipped his fingers to his auburn hair and headed upstairs.

Her heart skipped a beat. A storm? She glanced at the window. But it looked so bright outside...

She shook her head. He was probably teasing her. How... considerate.

Heart thudding restlessly at the thought of bad weather, she left her mother’s house behind and headed into the streets of the eastern Southern