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Dreams of a Radiant Sentry: Enchantment Avenue
Dreams of a Radiant Sentry: Enchantment Avenue
Dreams of a Radiant Sentry: Enchantment Avenue
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Dreams of a Radiant Sentry: Enchantment Avenue

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Camille Rowan, the failed librarian witch in her famous Librarian family, hides behind a tilting tower of books. Peeling leather covers, springy cobwebs stuck to grimoires and tomes, each of them quivering in quiet excitement. Anticipation.

Their owner approaches.

Camille had carefully curated this stack for the powerful and imposing Lord Blakenmage. Blakenmage, who cares only about the magical world and wants nothing to do with the 'Normals' around him—people born without magic.

Everything appears just fine... until Camille discovers a Clive Cussler hidden in the stack. 

One she'd put there herself.

Originally published in Deep Magic magazine. "Dreams of a Radiant Sentry," one of several stories in the enchanting world of Enchantment Avenue, will hold you captive and eager for more. An uplifting, fun tale of books and magic in a world right beside ours. A spark of romance—and all the possibilities in-between.

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Release dateFeb 3, 2019
ISBN9781386804512
Dreams of a Radiant Sentry: Enchantment Avenue
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Chrissy Wissler

Chrissy’s short fiction has appeared in the anthologies: Fiction River: Risk-Takers, Fiction River Presents: Legacies, Fiction River Presents: Readers' Choice, Deep Magic, and When Dreams Come True (writing as Christen Anne Kelley). She writes fantasy and science fiction, as well as a softball, contemporary series for both romance and young adult (Little League Series and Home Run). Before turning to fiction, Chrissy also wrote many nonfiction articles for publications such as Montana Outdoors, Women in the Outdoors, and Jakes Magazine. In 2009, Inside Kung Fu magazine awarded her with their ‘Writer of the Year’ award. Follow her blog on being a parent-writer at Parents and Prose.

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    Dreams of a Radiant Sentry - Chrissy Wissler

    Dreams of a Radiant Sentry

    Dreams of a Radiant Sentry

    An Enchantment Avenue Story

    Chrissy Wissler

    Blue Cedar Publishing

    Contents

    Dreams of a Radiant Sentry

    Sneak Peak: Searching for Sanctuary

    Open your Heart. Make a Wish.

    Also by Chrissy Wissler

    About the Author

    Dreams of a Radiant Sentry

    Camille hid behind the tilting tower of books.

    That in itself wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. Keeping out of sight meant keeping out of trouble (usually). That was especially easy when rows of spellbooks, grimoires, and tomes literally lined the ceiling of Ye Ole Book Shoppe, the stacks so high they arched from one pile to the next. Crisscrossed over so there was no telling where one ended and another began.

    If there hadn’t been a spell in place—a very good spell—those books would have long since crashed to the floor, sending cobwebs, dust, and leftover spell mold into the ether.

    But this particular book tower was leaning, ever closer, to the ancient bowed table’s edge. The peeling leather covers, along with strands of springy cobwebs barely holding on, vibrating.

    Anticipating.

    Ready to jump right on off.

    "Shush. Please. You can’t do this to me. Not now. Not with his order."

    But those books kept right on humming. Quivered under her touch. Like they simply knew, right to their cracking bone bindings and starched, aged pages, that their wizard had come.

    We are found. Going home.

    Camille tossed her nearly unwoven braid over her shoulder. Trailed her finger, fast, past each of the rough and worn bindings. Searching for the book that shouldn’t be there.

    The one that couldn’t be there.

    Except it was.

    A Clive Cussler novel.

    And she’d put it there herself.

    But now the darn books simply weren’t cooperating. They shifted and moved and danced right as she read their titles (if they were lucky enough to still have them). She thought she glimpsed the familiar font of Cussler—large, bold capital white letters lined in a gold green—but the darn thing jumped right out of the stack.

    A stack that then tilted.

    Shook.

    Leaned forward.

    Camille swallowed a yell, grabbed for the whole thing, and clutched it to her. She’d have used her wand, which would have finally

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